Bakura's conversation with Anton was short and fairly terse, but the thief was relatively assured the Hotel's proprietor wouldn't change his mind and try knocking on the dojo's door in the middle of the night. He returned to the kitchen, set the radio handset on the counter, and stretched his arms over his head.

"I'm going to clean up in there," he said, nodding at the opposite door that went back out to the dojo. He had ordered the kedan to leave in a hurry, and they'd simply dropped everything where it fell in order to comply. "You can go wherever you want, though there's not much interesting to see," he said, gesturing to the rest of the apartment, but the dojo by extension. Despite tonight's incident, hovering over Erskine like a fretting nursemaid wouldn't help the man at all; it needed to be conveyed to him that this had not reduced him back to a negative value of trust.

"When you're ready, the bedroom is the last room," he added. "Shower's there too."