For a long moment, nothing but silence happened. Raidou was too far past the line of pissed off that he didn't flinch when Tsume shoved herself in his face. Or, seeing as he had a good eight inches on her, his chest.

Then she said, in her charming, backhanded sort of way, that she needed help.

Raidou sighed, and stepped back, giving himself a little room. He held up the hand not splayed over his throat. "Firstly, little boss, he didn't just wake me up. He didn't even just sit on me. He bit me in the throat. I don't care if he doesn't play well with people, no one reacts well to getting bitten on a fucking trigger."

He stopped, took a breath, and forced himself to stop speaking in italics.

"Secondly, he needs to get over that bodyslam. He bit me back, I figure we're square. Thirdly, I'll come back inside when the brats wake up and need me, but not until I stop needing to stamp on your mutt's head. Fourthly, I'm not sulking. And... whichever number-ly, what the hell does 'snapped teeth' as a noun mean?"

He took another breath, settling now that he'd talked some of it out, and took a good look at the small woman in front of him. Tsume was practically vibrating with tension. It was in the curl of her hands, the ravaged gleam of her eyes. The line of her mouth that wanted to be a snarl.

Struggling, Raidou thought slowly, and made a few connections. Other than the demon, she hadn't killed anyone. She'd shifted nose-first through a villageful of deception, anger, fear, and death, but she'd made no marks of her own. She hadn't worked it off like he had.

Raidou eyed her thoughtfully, glanced around for her dog, and then made a snap decision.

He hit her very precisely in the mouth, and danced back a step.

"Tag, boss-lady. You're it."

If they were lucky, it'd be good for both of them.