[ He, at least, sits back a little when the waiter returns with the teapot and tea. Breathing in deep, he tips his head the barest amount possible as a means to silently thank him for doing what his job is. His eyes close for a second and when he opens them, a cup of tea is already being poured for him.

His shoulders drop a little, as tension fades from them. It lasts only a moment but allows him to gift the briefest smile to her. Even if the training is not ladylike or proper, it is nice to share tea -- he pauses to lift it up so that he could take a small sip, not minding the heat.

Looking over the cup, he replies: ]

It is what it is. Father wanted me to support Inuyasha.

[ Sesshomaru is interpreting that however he chooses. Ah, in his annoyance about the situation, he actually names his half-brother. He realizes this is the first time that he has said his name to Konoha. ]

I do not recognize him as my brother and so there is nothing to get along with in terms of family. At the moment, I cannot recognize him as my brother. [ Because in part relations, as Inuyasha remembers them, are poor. Because, watching how Inuyasha is, it is enough to snarl and deny their connection. Still, the latter is... purely out of spite and the desire to see him improve. ]