Seishirou didn't answer, or at least in means that Kikyo would have expected perhaps. Not at first. Instead he looked through Kikyo when his chin was turned towards the man, mismatched eyes seeing nothing and maybe too much, simple incantation spilled from his smiling lips, the words haunted and soft, yet alive with a hidden flame. The two fudas he had had in his hand were now attached to the wall both sides, the illusion expanding from them to cover the hallway behind their backs. Seishirou knew the wall that hid them wouldn't keep anyone out would they be stubborn enough to walk to a wall, but it was solid enough to stop any intruding gaze that might fall on them.

For Kikyo, the effect wasn't much. Just two pieces of paper sticking onto the walls. Seishirou lowered his hand, fingers that had formed a seal between the two of them, and landed it wide and warm on Kikyo's hipbone. Considering the weakness of his magic, he didn't have all night, the spell would worn out eventually. He'd just have to move faster.

If Seishirou got what he wanted, Kikyo would find himself pushed against the back wall, mouth captured into a deep kiss, pinned to the wall with Seishirou's superior weight.