It had indeed been far too long. Mamechiho had aged, become wiser. He swallowed thickly. He noted that she was also no longer maiko. She was looking at him with eyes that made her interest obvious, just as much as the throb of her pulse at her neck. He could see it easily with the was she'd tilted her head, the way her hair was up.

Being treated so before her had him flushing and squirming a little, and then squirming again in attempt to keep himself from moving forward to see what other expressions he could cause.

She bowed to him, a little deeper than she had for Yukimura. He was her patron after all. She took her leave to make arrangements, slipping through the garden easily.

With wandless magic, even though it made something in his head tingle awfully, Kuronue manage to cast a spell on his wings and ears. For the moment, they didn't exist. Kuronue looked at Yukimura, quickly became almost transfixed. "I forgot," he said rather lamely, giving an apologetic smile.