Youko scoffed something that sounded suspiciously like mutts, but Inuyasha had long learned to ignore shit like that, especially given that the last few months had involve a lot of…quality time with that bastard of a brother. If he could deal with Sesshomaru trying to boss everyone around he could sure as hell deal with escorting some pompous nitwits back to camp.
Even if said nitwit was too much like Miroku for his own good. Inuyasha was already annoyed just thinking about how obnoxious that damned bat was going to be once he opened his mouth.
He eyes the fox again. If Kagome managed to convince the rest of them to accept whatever deal she'd made—which, knowing her, wouldn't be too hard—then they'd probably be saddle with these asses for at least another few days. Which meant that, at some point, they'd wheedle their answers out of somebody.
He scoffed to himself. Oh well, they can stew for a little while at least.