For something Solomon had hoped would help work out his thoughts, this was rather spectacularly not helping. "Do you intend to have some advice in there somewhere, or do you only wish to criticise what I might or might not have done?" he asked irritably. "Yes, I left, because it was obvious I had interrupted and Raine hasn't seen him in rather a long time. As I happened to enter with some tea and cakes, I rather imagine I gave the impression that I did have every right to be there, given it was our room they were in."

Really, it seemed like Bakura was accusing him of two opposing actions at once--either inserting himself unduly in the conversation or departing it to give them space. He could only have done one, and apparently both were equally shameful.