...really? *blinks* As your Master-Yami-Sama, I ask nicely? That so lacks impact.

Marik would place his palms on his knees, and stay kneeling, back curved forwards and long, dark golden hair falling to conceal his face and upper torso - hair not sticking up due to the effects of the water, and skin still glistening wet and golden. He'd debate about whether not to answer for a few seconds, then state without looking up, that he's waiting for an order.