Solomon laughed. "Touche. And of course, not lightly; but a name would bind him more tightly to you, whether anyone else knows it or not." Turtles were both convenient and frustrating in that fashion. Solomon had to wonder how Emily-Helen had reacted to the title.

He followed Bakura down the path, deferring to the thief's knowledge and experience. The Temple was underground, so Solomon was used to the dim light and narrow halls and stone overhead; but it had been a long time since he'd memorised the Temple's labyrinth. This one was new, but Solomon still retained his sense of direction even underground.

"Wise," he agreed in spite of that. No use being careless, after all. "The last time you were out hereabouts--what was it for?" He seemed to recall Bakura mentioning it in passing, but he didn't remember getting details.