The flames of her outrage danced around her so brightly only the outline of her form could be seen, but still Inuyasha seemed oblivious.
"That's bullshit and you know it. Now just tell him you're not into pretty boys and get it over with."
The flames died down as a smirk pulled at her lips. Everyone in the clearing took a step back at the sight. She looked far too much like Sesshoumaru at the moment for anyone's comfort. That look meant danger.
Her voice was overly sweet as she spoke. "But what if I like pretty boys, Inuyasha? You're into dead chicks. Besides, Sesshoumaru is much more than a pretty boy."