Kagome was still laughing when Sesshoumaru returned. He gave her an odd look as she gasped for air, her food only half-eaten. "You seem to find much amusement in the shiro."
She choked on a giggle. "You seem to hire people who have a hilarious sense of humour. Not that they'd ever admit it."
"Jaken was not parading around in my clothes again, was he?"
The mental image sent her into another fit of laughter, but she managed to shake her head. "No, no." She wiped her eyes, finally straightening. "He threw a tantrum about me being in here, so I told him I'd do my best to refuse your advances."
"I do not see the jest."
Unable to help herself, she grabbed a scroll from his desk, waving it below her navel. "He told me your dicksaiga was the mightiest of all, and I wouldn't be able to resist."
Realization dawned as she continued to show off her new appendage, and he glowered before plucking it out of her hands. "I will speak to him about his decorum in the morning."
"Oh, please don't," she begged. "I've laughed more in the last week than in the six months we've been using the den."
He replaced the scroll on his desk. "I did not bring you here so Jaken could entertain you."
"If you remember, I actually came here myself," she mused, crossing her arms. She'd left the top of her yukata loose on purpose, pressing her cleavage up in full view of his wandering eyes.
"Yet you have still not informed me as to why you travelled to This One's home in the first place," he replied, not bothering to hide his appreciation.