"You can't be serious!" she gasped, wiping the tears from her eyes.
"Insolent wench!" Jaken boomed, the wall of fluff rippling behind him. "You will bow before This One and show due respect." One of the soldiers elbowed her between the shoulder blades, forcing her down on one knee, but Kagome shoved him away, getting back to her feet.
"I'm not bowing to him," she said, trying not to look at him to keep herself from laughing more. "And you shouldn't be either."
Jaken stifled a squawk, leaning back in the chair as he tried to mimic Sesshoumaru's nonchalant manner. "That carefree attitude will not work here, miko. Perhaps some time in a cell will remind you who the lord of this shiro is." He nodded to the soldiers, then waved a hand toward another door. At least, she assumed it was his hand; he was wearing Sesshoumaru's haori, and the sleeves dragged on the floor.
Kagome wanted to fry him, or at least roast him a little, but every time she made eye contact, she doubled over in laughter, the soldiers half-dragging her from the room. He must've been using an illusion because there was no way anyone would fall for it otherwise, and once she got a hold of herself, she'd let him know exactly how much respect she thought he was due.