[ Cocking his head back, Jason's eyes flit up to the Diabound. He holds a steady gaze for a few seconds before he levels it back towards Bakura. If he's perturbed, it doesn't show. ]

Just because you're a different shade of rat than the rest of us doesn't mean the cage is going to change. No skills brought to the table - [ There's a pause as he casts a casual glance over the splintered mess near Bakura. ] figurative, obviously - make any leeway. You try to sell yourself with your trinkets and gold but none of that shit matters.