For Solomon's part, Stark hadn't registered high enough on Solomon's awareness to be a problem for the necromancer. Stark was a child and an arrogant one at that, overly so regardless of his experience--experience didn't equate emotional stability. In as far as Solomon had been forced to work with him, or indulged in teasing him, he wasn't nearly enough of an equal for Solomon to care about him living in the same area. So while Tony was exhausted by Solomon's presence, Solomon had barely noticed Stark was there.

Most of his time had been spent keeping an eye on Bakura while experimenting with the khajbit in ways that didn't result in having his soul torn to shreds through misuse. Not to mention the lingering sensation of missing a limb. As a result, Solomon has been more tired and irritable than not, and since this particular morning wasn't one where he could at least wake up to Raine's mitigating presence, it's possibly not the best of timing.

Bakura's out of the room for the moment and Solomon was trying to nap. He'd actually managed it before the knock woke him, but he groggily swung his legs off his bed and called, "Come in."

It had to be Raine. She still made a habit of knocking, in spite of the fact it was growing less and less necessary.