He startled a little at the sudden touch, his hand tensing under hers before he relaxed it again very slowly. It was a subtle but still telltale sign of him having lived a life where touches were very rarely something gentle.

"Nanami", for a moment a myriad of emotions danced behind his eyes and a damn threatened to be breaking somewhere. But then the ancient thief took a deep breath and shook his head lightly with a smile. When he met her eyes again there was only firm confidence left in his. The same kind of determination echoed in his voice.

"It doesn't work like that for me. I never regret" Because he couldn't. The moment Bakura started to question his actions, the way he lived, would be the day he himself started to unravel and become undone. He had come too far to give in to such temptations anymore, as pleasant as they sometimes appeared when he was weary like today. Despite that it didn't take much acting to make his voice a tone gentler when he continued. "...and I also never forget."