"Dragonite will let her go once she promises not to continue escalating this," Sam states to Ren, crossing his arms in annoyance. He shoots Kaiba a dirty look -- if he were a less polite or less peaceful man, it would be far, far more than just a dirty look.

"Seto. That commentary isn't necessary nor helpful." His fingers twitch against his arm as even he's tempted to pop Kaiba for such sheer mean-spiritedness. He wanted to just say 'shut up', but that wouldn't help anything either. "You're not the only one that matters. If you don't learn that, then someday you're going to pick a fight with someone or something much more dangerous than this young man, and when that day comes, we won't be able to help you."

He sighs as he finishes scolding Seto, shifting gears into the next topic.

"I've got some pens and paper in my room. I'd like to get a written account of what happened here from you two," gesturing to the two fighters, "once you've had a chance to sort out your feelings a bit. Preferably before too long, so the memory is still fresh." Putting their stories in the form of writing means that neither of them have to worry about getting interrupted, or their feelings interfering with their ability to communicate.