Actually, it's more the fact that you had the nerve to act superior to me. But the hair definitely didn't help matters. I'm very protective of my host's hair.

[The casual address comes from behind him, where Bakura is now leaning against the wall.]

If you ask nicely, maybe I'll let you out...

[If he turns hostile, however, he's going to get a bit of a shock, since the illusion of Bakura isn't even remotely solid. The wall, on the other hand, is.]