(barely held back thoughts of dog racism)

Of course she did, well how was he supposed to know that? His nose wrinkled a little at her blunt choice of words, the iron of his eyes narrowing just so. Even for a man like him who spoke sparingly, said what was needed and little else he thought her rude. Or uncivilised, but perhaps that was his own prejudices creeping forward. He did not mistreat his companion or any other of the akitas that served Tojo, but then again none of them spoke to him like this either.

His gaze flickered briefly to her mother and it was- well, her situation was rather self-explanatory. It was known to happen, but not exactly something openly discussed either. A dirty secret, hidden amongst the dirtier laundry. Some men were easily led astray and with such vast differences in power and social station-well, it wasn't either of their faults really. Judgement came easily to him, but he didn't think himself entirely unfair. Mostly.

The waves rolled up the beach, covering their paws briefly before retreating. "Hmph. Which estate do you hail from?"