"Last night," came the curt answer as Kougaiji frowned, head tilting a bit to the side as he gazed down at Goku. "What do you mean 'when'?" As far as Kougaiji knew, it was still less than a day ago when he and Goku had been beating each other stupid.

And yet, now that he spared a moment to notice such things, Goku did not wear bruises and injuries like Kougaiji did. Either this was not Goku at all, or Hakkai's healing abilities were quite beyond what Yaoine's weeds and potions could do. Which was probably just the case, but even given that fact, the whole situation felt a bit off.

If not by anything else, Goku was giving food a second seat in favor to stare at Kougaiji. He would have done the same thing if given a mirror and some time indulge himself in nervous breakdown over round ears. But from Goku it was a bit too much to pass as something common.

He narrowed his eyes sharply down at Goku, leaning over the back of the chair slightly, perhaps to get closer look, perhaps just for support. Whatever the case, his crimson eyes were good fifteen centimeters closer when he stopped to shake his head slightly, and added yet another pair of questions, just to make it even. "What is this place anyhow? Were you brought here too last night?"