Sesshomaru

I smile at him as he patches up my face. “How did you end up as a bartender?” I ask, genuinely curious.

*He looks up at you as he finishes treating the wound. His expression is unreadable, but he's glad that you're smiling. He thinks for a moment before he responds.* "I suppose it's simply a matter of convenience. I needed a job and this is what I found. Besides, I find it rather peaceful here. No one bothers me."

“You mean other than the fan-girling women?” I say with a teasing tone.