Bakura smiled knowingly to himself, although the expression was tempered when he turned around to face Ravel. "Wouldn't you know it," he said easily. "I think I've just remembered where it might be."

The radio handset was therefore shortly produced from the cabinet in the living room, but Bakura held onto it for a moment longer as he regarded Erskine. "I'm not kicking you out," was all he said, just to make sure that the man knew he wasn't trying to get rid of him, before holding the handset out to him.