[Far too easy, and she would, in her own way, win. Even if she ended up as food for the buzzards, she would win. But this is...it is and isn't a game, having her held like this, in his arms. Away from everyone else. From the generosity that she had planned to share, with everyone else.

For all she is not deemed worthy of the title Master, he's still claimed her as his. Truly, they are possessive people.]

You haven't seen it when you lose your video games.

[She shifts slightly in his arms, the better to lean against him. She could have tried to squirm away at any time, gone for a spell that offered pain and suffering. But no. Other then the slight adjustment, she's completely fine being carried around like a favourite toy.]

It's one of my favourite expressions. Although...I suppose the rest of the time your face is more...

[She considers, frowning in thought. What would be the best way to describe his face? It's difficult to say.]