"And what if the miko does give this Sesshoumaru 'a second look' as you put it? What exactly would you do about it?" The taiyoukai was poking at the hanyou, purposely trying to rile him up. The miko had gotten him good and riled up last night and he had some energy to work off.
Inuyasha let out a low, rumbling growl. "You can't have her, you bastard. She's mine."
"Oh, is she? This Sesshoumaru was unaware. Surely even a pathetic hanyou as yourself would know it is tradition to mark your mate, and yet she carries no mark. Curious…"