Kaiba frowns, because he's definitely not in on the joke. But rather than lose face by asking what was so funny, he simply gives a nod of acknowledgment. Good. This is how it should be. Distance. Normalcy.

Really, really good blood.

Hm. As Yuugi texts Mokuba, Kaiba thinks about the desperation he'd sprinted here with, the thought that this was all Yuugi's fault. He'd intended to kill him, really. Without regret, he would have ended the man's life, based on the assumption that he was the problem.

Why had he thought that? Was it really just the desperation of his own hunger? Now that he was well-fed, his mind was as clear as a spring, muddied only by his arousal. Something had triggered this, he's sure of it.

...Probably the alcohol and the sushi hadn't gone well together. He'd vomited quite a lot. Next time Pegasus wants omakase while discussing business matters, he'll be sure to put his foot down on the matter.

Idly, he rubs at his shoulder, as if trying to soothe an old complaint.

"We have a commonality at last: I also enjoy games. I had to retire from the international circuit, given my condition, but I am an internationally recognized Duel Monsters champion."

He says it proudly, but there's a hint of sadness. His cards have slept for so long...it had affected his stock for a while since he ran a gaming company and achieved acclaim off of his skills in the game. It's why he still ran exhibitions and invitationals set during times at which he could play, but he hasn't attended so much as a regional run by any other company, including Industrial Illusions.

"Cards are my favorite, but my specialties are vast. Any game you could think of, I'm a master of."

Ever been to an arcade? Check the cabinet for high scores. It's "KAI" at the top, anywhere at all that you could go.

Though, he hasn't kept up with it since...well. Since this began.