Under any other circumstance Solomon would have the strength to avoid or resist that grab; but he didn't now, and in Bakura's state it would have been dangerous to let the thief know that for certain. Instead Solomon forced himself to relax, to pretend no perceived danger from the action, and to ignore the constricted throb in his elbow.

Hopefully, most of Bakura's ire came from the unexpected sight of one of his kin. That meant it would likely fade. If not, Solomon might be in trouble.

"One of the gates here grants a magical boon to those who pass within it," he said calmly, answering the second question first. "It gave me access to the khajbit in creating small pockets, but I already knew I would not have the control necessary to serve my purposes for today. Given that fact, it did not seem a pertinent matter to raise."

His palm throbbed, still, and half-bitterly he hoped the shedding had been worth it. The gash had come open again; he could feel the blood congealing around his fingers. At this rate it was going to take a while to heal. Solomon ignored it, and looked Bakura in the eye. "I told you what I was planning. I will apologise to your kin if any of them were unduly harmed, but if you thought somehow that the spell would not directly influence them, the assumption is hardly my fault. If you would prefer I cease attempting to find the rest of them, you need only decline in future."