Seemingly unconcerned with his table partner's hesitance in eating, Bakura wasn't letting the events of the past hour deter him from finishing his meal. At Erskine's hesitant question though, the thief did pause, understanding well the implied end of that last sentence.

One thumb came up to rub the outer edge of the Ring beneath his shirt, feeling the gold warm against his skin; the Ring didn't have the visionary capability of the Tauk, but souls, it could still sense though. No sharp prick of the spires rewarded the silent question, so he let his hand drop away and shook his head. "No dead," he replied. "If you want more detail than that, I'll call you up Crystal Seer when you're done eating."

He considered prompting the man again, but decided not to; Erskine had heard him ask what had finally pushed him past his breaking point, there was no need to repeat himself.