[Guh...it pains him to do so, but Malik forces his hand out to set the God card down on the table. His fury is almost palpable, his hand shaking.

He locks eyes with Bakura and shoots him the nastiest leer he can muster. This hatred and loathing, the exchange of collateral damage...being outsmarted. Was this really what it took to establish a mutual trust?]

...It's a deal.