[ Oh, now he's mad. Seto clenches his fist so tightly he nearly draws blood, and swivels on the spot. He has a long list of people to find and save, and if this terribly-familiar arrogant ass isn't going to help with his almighty superiority, then fine. He'll just quietly get it done.

And then maybe boast if he feels like it. But only if he feels like it.

He's nearly gone when his challenge-senses perk up, and a few odd names drift past his ear. He turns around and folds his arms, the faintest hint of a smirk tugging at his expression. ]

I hope Ann's a codename for some kind of computer program, because for a second there it almost sounded like you made a friend.