And Bakura did indeed fall into pace beside her, looking pleased that she wished to hear his observations. "There's a sitting area just ahead," he said. "I passed by it earlier, before I went to the market."

He reached back as if to touch her arm and guide her in the correct direction, but instead his hand closed around her wrist like an iron band, bending it forward-- not enough to break, but certainly to bruise. Bakura glanced back up at her, and with that same eerily placid smile, continued, "But only if you get out of my head, hahnewet, or my word upon ma'at, this will end very badly for both of us."