The two were moving again, and Tamamo offered an interesting choice of words. Hearing praise of his name, the male called Inosuke had little clue how to react. Was this lad, with his already abrasive personality traits, blushing? He was indeed; there was even a low grumble escaping him during this moment of confusion. "Uh. . ." He said nothing else. As they walked along, the boar head found itself atop Inosuke's head. It seemed he could see clearly through the boar's eyes, and this felt far more natural to him.

Their brief journey led the pair to a... tea house? Strange, but Inosuke didn't care. The trip had given him ample time to stabilize, both physically in this new form, and mentally from receiving a compliment he apparently didn't know how to deal with. Something was odd here, according to Tamamo. In fact, Inosuke could agree, whether the reasons were similar or not. The boar lad's senses were unnaturally high. Someone was here. Where? Close, he thought. Inosuke's demeanor was somewhat... unstable, by his natural wiring. Whatever this strange presence was, he could be certain as to what they wanted. His swords were at the ready within moments of smelling a foreign entity, and he yelled through the boar head as if it were the thing producing a voice. "Come on then! Fight me like a man!"