Seto chuckled as the Pharaoh picked at his lunch, slouched in an attempt to hide his clothing. Seto's chuckles increased as Yami flushed until Seto's laughter echoed in the chamber.
"I would never have thought your little attendant would have the unmitigated sense of morbid curiosity-" Seto stopped when he saw the fiery look he was receiving. "It's a welcome change."
"What does that mean?" Yami asked.
"Nothing Pharaoh."
"You're just as bad as Bakura." Yami hissed.
"He is learning very well." Seto said.
"Yes, I would assume so. Have you heard anything from Bakura lately?" Yami asked. Seto wasn't one to talk of style. Yami had sincere doubts about those capes being in style year round.
"He's been around. He asked to see Ryou when he was working on your attire. I said he would have to ask you."
"So now he's going to come find me and find a way to make me see things his way?" Yami asked.
"I would assume so." Seto smirked at the Pharaoh's shudder.
"Great. I don't think Ryou wants to see him anyway."
"Why?" Seto asked.
"Ryou didn't seem fond of his brother." Yami said.
"Well Bakura had to raise him, that can create strained relationships, right?" Seto asked.
"I think something was wrong." Yami said.
"Well, Bakura will probably be irritated so be ready for some sincere complaining." Seto got up and Yami did the same. Seto burst into riotous laughter.
"What?" Yami demanded, looking around.
"That contraption you're wearing for a belt! Maybe Bakura was right about you and you're clandestine kinkiness." Seto said.
"Out."