Kaiba knows when his words are being parroted against him, and he's not amused by it.

"You can think what you like about it. The game was nothing more than that--a game."

He tries to push himself up into a sitting position and succeeds, sighing in aggravation because his body still doesn't feel quite right. He knows Mokuba's glaring at him, he can feel it, but this is something that Kaiba needs to draw a boundary about. Yuugi isn't going to hop into his life and make himself cozy like a clingy little bird who thinks its found its forever home.

"...It was a good game though," he concedes, at least that he will admit.