"Mmheh heh heh. You like threes, don't you?" Kaiba says, and the scoff is not so scathing this time. It's about the game they're playing, about trading blows.

He has a look at his own dice, but conveys nothing. Sharp blue flicks up to stare into violet.

"Four threes."

A raise, bait at the end of a lure to tempt Yuugi into making a choice. Kaiba had lied the first round, would he lie again? After all, if Yuugi was being honest, then there was a fair enough chance that he himself had rolled at least one three. Twelve dice altogether...

The corner of his mouth tracks up ever higher. What'll it be, Yuugi?