"Usually, but when anyone's staring at something in the middle of the road, you start wondering if they had a psychotic break," Shisui protested, but his lips twitched up a little.

And then he shrugged, feeling very much like a sullen teenager. His father had that effect on him. "Maybe you wanted me for dinner, alone?" That hadn't happened for years, since the last time Shisui had seriously screwed up and the family's feathers were all in a ruffle...