Aya snorted, fingers balling into tight fists beside his hips. There was no limit to Kikyo's lack of shame, he should have known this by now.

The anger he had managed to repress somewhat was now rising within him with urgency that did not invite any restrictions.

"The hell you do," he muttered, lips pulling back to bare a hint of teeth. "Don't fucking lie to me." The logic in such a command was not to be found any time soon. Aya knew Kikyo would lie, he was prone to assume anything the man uttered as untrue. But logic had fled somewhere far away after breakfast and Aya didn't seem to have the energy to look for it now.