"Indeed," Seishirou purred, the curve upon his lips deepening, corners of his mouth slipping up with a hint of devilish amusement glimmering within his metallic gaze. "And no cooking equipment to be seen around. I must disappoint you again tonight. I'm sure the wonders of my culinary skills would have been a matter of great importance for your curiosity, but I'm afraid it seems the sun room is quite often occupied nowadays by forces that seem impenetrable."

With a different kind of smile this time, pale but no less potent, the gaze of curiosity and indifferent dare pouring down to Kikyo's golden eyes, he reached up and curled his fingers around a lock of raven hair on Kikyo's shoulder. "And what kind of host would I be if I'd render my guest into danger in the first place?" He let the strands slip away slowly as he murmured the words softly.