"He does it on purpose." Ryou can't keep the boredom out of his voice. "We've been through this a million times: He won't let himself get mad, unless you do something really disrespectful such as touch his deck, or touch Yuugi." He flops back into a chair. "I don't know why you bother with him."
"Bother with him?" Bakura's eyes flash pale fire. "Bother with him?" Ryou's definitely going to pay for this tonight. "Who says I bother with him? Did the Pharaoh say that?" He kicks a footstool out of his way. "I don't bother with the fucking Pharaoh, or his stupid deck, or his stupid Yuugi. I just happened to mention that I called him…"
"And you swore at him for over an hour on the phone." Ryou snickers. "I heard you."
Waving his fist threateningly, "and I challenged him to a duel, and all he could say was he didn't want to waste the time. Asshole!"
"You could touch the Puzzle," Ryou suggests, trying not to smirk, "or you could grope him; that's what you really want to do anyway." He can't hold back the laughter any longer, and he leans back in the chair, cackling.
"That's it." Bakura's got him by the throat. "You're dead this time for sure." Pulling him out of the chair, "I'm going to hurt you in places you didn't even know you had." He drags Ryou down the hall. "Who do you think is going to save you now, you're stupid fucking Pharaoh, or his pussy boyfriend?"
Nothing makes Bakura madder than saying he wants the Pharaoh. But that's the point, isn't it, because the only time he notices you is when he's mad. And the only time you have fun is when he notices you.