Kagome's breath caught in her throat and she found herself being dragged into his amazing eyes. For a moment, just a moment, he'd looked so different it made her question everything she thought she knew about him.
"This Sesshoumaru has no interest in the half-breed's precious sword and while last night was… entertaining… it changed nothing except what I viewed as possible."
From where they stood watching, Sango leaned towards Miroku and whispered, "Did he just say what I think he did?"
The monk was grinning from ear to ear when he turned to reply, "It sounded like it to me."