Kaiba's fingers linger on the material of his suit jacket, his sharp nails tracing across the threads and feeling every single one, but not pulling too hard to damage.

Too expensive for that. He wouldn't dare.

"Pegasus noticed something about your wrist. He asked me if you'd been hurt doing something. I told him it wasn't my business if you got hurt during your off hours and...that's true.

But if he noticed it, then that's not a viable method. We'll have to go subtler."

At last, he turns to face Yuugi, hands clasped behind his back.

"Somewhere completely covered...or somewhere that's less noticeable."

He stalks back to his desk, takes a seat, and pensively threads his fingers together, elbows propped.

"Perhaps a fingertip. If it wouldn't cause circulatory problems, then...maybe it's workable."