p class="MsoNormal"span style="font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 107%; font-family: 'Century Gothic',sans-serif;""Oh?" she asked lightly./span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span style="font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 107%; font-family: 'Century Gothic',sans-serif;"Rather than answering her, Youko threaded his fingers through the priestess' hair, pleased with her pliancy as she let him bare her neck, foolish though it may be. He nosed the junction of shoulder and collarbone…there emwas/em something different to her, deep in the woven sense of her aura, and he wanted to emknow/em./span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span style="font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 107%; font-family: 'Century Gothic',sans-serif;"Curious. Enticing. Foolish. He wanted to figure it out, and just as he went to investigate further there was protest./span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span style="font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 107%; font-family: 'Century Gothic',sans-serif;""Hey!" she snapped, using tiny, ineffectual hands to push him away. "What is up with demons and, ugh," she shoved again, "empersonal space./em"/span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span style="font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 107%; font-family: 'Century Gothic',sans-serif;"He tilted his head. She glared some more. emDelightful thing/em./span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span style="font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 107%; font-family: 'Century Gothic',sans-serif;"No concern. The little priestess was still unique in all the ways that mattered – reikai swirling around them, protective, empotent/em, but offering no discomfort. Pleasing./span/p
p class="MsoNormal"emspan style="font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 107%; font-family: 'Century Gothic',sans-serif;"Oh/span/emspan style="font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 107%; font-family: 'Century Gothic',sans-serif;", he was emso/em going to win!/span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span style="font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 107%; font-family: 'Century Gothic',sans-serif;"Rather than answering her, Youko threaded his fingers through the priestess' hair, pleased with her pliancy as she let him bare her neck, foolish though it may be. He nosed the junction of shoulder and collarbone…there emwas/em something different to her, deep in the woven sense of her aura, and he wanted to emknow/em./span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span style="font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 107%; font-family: 'Century Gothic',sans-serif;"Curious. Enticing. Foolish. He wanted to figure it out, and just as he went to investigate further there was protest./span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span style="font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 107%; font-family: 'Century Gothic',sans-serif;""Hey!" she snapped, using tiny, ineffectual hands to push him away. "What is up with demons and, ugh," she shoved again, "empersonal space./em"/span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span style="font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 107%; font-family: 'Century Gothic',sans-serif;"He tilted his head. She glared some more. emDelightful thing/em./span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span style="font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 107%; font-family: 'Century Gothic',sans-serif;"No concern. The little priestess was still unique in all the ways that mattered – reikai swirling around them, protective, empotent/em, but offering no discomfort. Pleasing./span/p
p class="MsoNormal"emspan style="font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 107%; font-family: 'Century Gothic',sans-serif;"Oh/span/emspan style="font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 107%; font-family: 'Century Gothic',sans-serif;", he was emso/em going to win!/span/p