Shiki chuckled once at the dog's reactions, then drew his hand away slowly. "Seems you're lost... and you've gotten yourself in a bit of trouble," he cooed deeply, mockingly, obviously taking pleasure in Inu's misfortunes. Shaking his head while smiling, his eyes half-shut and averted to the ground.

"Pity, really. What's a master to do when his pet is lost. What's a master to do when his pet..." And under the purr of his voice, the dog would hear the ching and swish of moving metal--Shiki drew his sword now, and extended it out to the side, letting its strong, metallic scent, still caked with the dried blood of his last victim, hit the air. "...is in trouble?"

It slowly lifted. The tip pressed under Inu's chin, replacing the mockingly gentle hand.