[ Seto exhales, calming a little as Horsea snuggles next to his neck. She likes to be tall, and she likes when her human isn't radiating fury. Win win.

He glances Marik over, as if assessing him...and reluctantly nods. Unfortunately, being without power and status necessitates compromise. ]

Fine. We're as far from Domino and the politics of the past as we can get.

[ Pause...and then, still fully aware that Marik has significant advantages: ]

It wasn't personal. I didn't recognize you, I've had to fend zealous trainers off all day.