don't you give me the reason

Hattori grunted a low noise in his throat, not quite appeased but less on edge than he had been before. She was not the prim and proper lady he'd come to expect, seeing her drenched with lumps of mud clinging to her under belly as the coppery tang of blood emanated from her was- it did not suit her. He did not like it. His knee-jerk reaction was to make a snap assumption and say it was improper, that she was a lady, she ought to present herself as such. But he found himself offended by her unspoken insinuation, brows furrowing.

Maybe he was just looking for a fight, couldn't take out his frustrations and wounded pride on a woman who was no longer here. So Ochitsuki would have to do.

"What would I require from you?"The question was asked in a sneer, pointed to even his ears. Too much like his own Father, the man who had treated Kiyo so poorly, blamed her for things that were simply not her fault.