[ Jounouchi trails behind, standing at the edge of the table with a degree of caution. Kaiba might seem to have this, and he certainly is competent enough to have this, but there's a part of him that worries this is only going to turn out worse for them all. The demon sizes up Kaiba and then looks past him toward Jounouchi with a sneering sort of smirk. ]

Hmph. [ Says the demon, offering a light to Kaiba. ] Fine by me, kid. But if we're putting all that brat's clothes up on a single hand, then I'm raising the stakes. I get all of yours and that last little bit of his.

[ A cold block of icy dread settles in the pit of his stomach. Jounouchi blanches, imagining having to walk out of here naked. Not only him, Kaiba too. Kaiba might have promised to help him, but the risk here is too great. Jounouchi shakes his head. ]

It's fine, Kaiba. You don't have to...

[ The beginnings of a protest -- but probably one that's not going to be heeded. ]