"I've got a little key, and it locks a little lock." Pegasus is demure as a schoolgirl, sitting in his armchair in the dungeon, with a glass of wine in his hand, and singing, as he admires Seto, chained spread-eagled to the wall.
Seto's clothes are disordered, his face faintly red. "You won't get away with this," he tells Pegasus.
"Please, Kaiba-boi," in a condescending voice, "you sound like the Yuugi-tachi." Pegasus waves his hand. "Where's your arrogance, your fine detachment?" Chuckling, "you really were amazingly easy to catch this time. I was surprised. I didn't have to threaten Mokuba or anything." Behind him, two of his goons stand, arms folded, their dark-lensed faces impassive. Seto looks away. "I sent two men," Pegasus says, "two men, and a car, and voila." He laughs delightedly. "Look how lucky I got."
"Croquet," with a summoning gesture, "fetch a wine spritzer for my friend here." And, as his Chief of Security carries out his orders, "now, Kaiba-boi, what would you like to do first?" He waits, head to one side, sips a little wine, and then waits some more. "What, no suggestions, Kaiba-boi?" Another delighted laugh, "I've got it, let's have Kemo rape you first this time, and then we'll watch all my Funny Bunny dvds."
He makes a shooing motion, and the big bodyguard moves across the room. Seto struggles a little, but really, what is the poor boy to do? It's not like he's going anywhere. And Pegasus leans back, and he crosses his legs comfortably, and he enjoys a performance that is never going to get old.
…..Pegasus doesn't keep electronic games around. They're tiresome, and they take time away from important things, such as business and watching cartoons; and he's never been able to figure out the controls on most of them. He makes an exception, though, for the VR game Siegfried so nicely designed for him. It's a lovely game, one neither of them ever gets tired of; and it all takes place downstairs, at the Castle, on Duelist' Kingdom.