Pets were the least of Seto's worries at this point. Yuugi...he'd managed to worm his way into Seto's well-ordered life and destroyed his stability like a bull in a china shop.

Avoiding him was difficult.

Running into him by accident was difficult.

Trying not to think about what he might taste like? Very, very difficult.

"Do as you will," he says quietly, before taking up his mug and draining it. "And give me what you have there."

Mokuba had come in with some papers. He'll take them now.