It was verbal confirmation of something that Bakura had basically already guessed. Waheh-maw was not exactly a compliment but it wasn't a slur either. For a culture so obsessed with death and the life to follow it afterward, it was impossible for the idea of someone controlling the deceased not to have crossed their minds. To curse someone's rest to be disturbed was among the worst blasphemies to use on someone, which made what Kul Elna had been subjected to -- the ritual of the Items -- a level of heinous above and beyond merely being killed. And even Bakura, who was about as far from dutiful to the gods as one could get, was not immune to the ingrained distrust of what a Necromancer could do.

But he was also smart, and he had experience in picking his battles. Solomon could potentially be more useful to him than deriding what he was gained him. After all, what aspersions was a thief and a tomb robber supposed to cast, anyway?

And... no one else knew about his ghosts and far fewer than that would care about them even if they did know, because they belonged to him. For a brief, shameful moment... Bakura thought it was a relief to have someone besides himself give a damn about them.

"So you are," he said finally, inclining his head as though to echo the what is, is idea. In their own way, neither of them had accepted death. "How well does that introduction usually go over, I wonder?"