He sensed from afar that the angel had clearly become irked by a perceived unwelcome presence in the vicinity. He continued to nonchalantly observe from afar, quite amused by the irritated expression that had overtaken Ash's visage. His smirk evolved into an impish grin as he patiently waited for the queen's butler to discover the perturbing source. A vermilion glow was temporarily emitted from his eyes before vanishing quickly once more, taunting the angel.
Ash’s keen and judging eyes quickly honed in on the source of his discomfort, and they locked onto the other’s form in a piercing stare. How odd he looked, indeed. It was very rare for the angel to see another with hair so white, and yet looking so young. So rare, in fact, that he knew immediately that there was far more to this evil being than could be discerned at first glance. With a confident and yet curious approach, Ash walked up to Bakura and smiled, his tone sounding polite, yet phony as one could get.
“You’re not from London, are you, unclean one?”
