He hummed against the touch to his mark, leaning into it a little, back into Mamechiho. His eyes were still closed, but his expression had gone from tense to relaxed, along with the rest of his body. I do trust you to be honest, he said, a little ashamed that he'd ever thought otherwise.

"Thank you for accepting me, Mamechiho. I've known humans in the past who would have been terrified at the idea of...well, a demon. And a samurai is a bit strange too." They were both strange, displaced in times and worlds.