"Me, a confession?" The expression that had been rather annoyed turned slightly more toward amusement.

It was a preposterous notion that Kikyo would reveal anything of his heart to anybody. And even if he could, there was nothing to be gained from confessing a thing. Usually guilt or shame went hand in hand with any sort of confession, and neither word was part of his vocabulary.

"What an unlikely thing to ask. What could you mean by it?" he grinned.