Well, I never interacted with Ryou directly so I don't know him now so I? Why would I know what to look for?

[Now it's Marik's turn to roll his eyes. Bakura isn't exactly wrong but harhar.]

Alright, Mr. Pedantics. I won't punch you. How's that?

[As the graverobber is taking his sweet time, Marik tries to carefully shove or buck him off from being on top of him. He doesn't look that heavy... Why won't he budge?!

He hisses at Bakura once he's finally off and has retrieved his pokeball, propping up his upper half and glaring daggers at him.]

You're lucky I give a shit about Pokémon. I would have just left it rolling otherwise.

[The blonde winces as he slowly rises to his feet, dusting himself off, and checking out his nasty scrapes.]

You're a right proper bastard, you know that?