"If you expect me to linger around you just so that you feel better, then you're very mistaken," Kaiba says coldly, a frown pulling at his features. "Ever since I came into contact with you, I've had to raise my meal allotments. Packaged blood isn't that simple to get, and I have no resources to waste on whatever you're doing to me!"

He steps forward, facing Yuugi, but with his eyes covered, at least Yuugi isn't going to egg him on.

"I don't know how you're doing this, but I'm not spending time at my company within any kind of proximity to you. As soon as you're rested, you need to get out. Are we clear?"

He's fighting himself not to take a few more steps forward, and it's obvious in the way his nostrils flare, his fists clench, and much like in the office, his fangs are lengthening and his throat is working.

This is taking a toll on him, whether he can see Yuugi or not. He's not sure how much longer he can stop himself voluntarily.