The only freedom she has is how long of a leash I decide that she requires. [ He takes a step forward, a strange movement beneath his robes being clearly visible, like snakes moving along his skin; ripples in the pelt. His body was already changing shape. ]

Truly you don't. [ He mocks. ] For you know what would happen if I did. You would be assimilated into me, like so many other yokai who believed their blood would save them. You would spend eternity drowning in a sea of similar Yokai of varying power, until the day came in which I deemed you no longer necessary, in which a piece of any size of you would be expelled. If you were lucky, you might resemble Kagura. If not...

[ Well, she could look like Kageromeru. ]

The look in your eyes tells me my own place. What is it like, fearing a Hanyou?