p class="MsoNormal"span style="font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 107%; font-family: 'Century Gothic',sans-serif;"Youko enjoyed games. Not only were they a tenant of his kind, they were emdelightful/em. He found himself in fun little struggles quite frequently, proving his mind victorious over all others. Sometimes this meant going to lengths to demonstrate such superiority. /span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span style="font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 107%; font-family: 'Century Gothic',sans-serif;"Sometimes, it meant waiting./span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span style="font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 107%; font-family: 'Century Gothic',sans-serif;""Youko…" the priestess – Kagome – said, slowly. Considering something. After a long moment she nodded, firm, as if coming to a decision. "Youko, would you say you're a safe person?"/span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span style="font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 107%; font-family: 'Century Gothic',sans-serif;"One eyebrow went up. Foolish question./span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span style="font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 107%; font-family: 'Century Gothic',sans-serif;"She held up her hands, sheepish. "Right, sorry. What self-respecting demon would every use the word safe? How about…would you say you're difficult to uhm…to kill?"/span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span style="font-size: 10.0pt; line-height: 107%; font-family: 'Century Gothic',sans-serif;"This time, both eyebrows went up./span/p