[Malik glances around, finding a chair of his own to sit down in as he follows Bakura's lead.

With the Millennium Rod still in his hand, he idly toys with it as he speaks.]

Right now, we have a common goal. [He looks sternly at the man across from him.] We should work towards that together. Let everybody else here rot, but we need to be able to trust each other.

Now... [He smirks, something sadistic about it.] How do you plan to do that? How do I know I can trust you?