[he smiles at her, leaning forward in his seat, a Princess Bride quote on his lips. ('never go up against a Sicilian when death is on the line,' never mind the fact that he's not Sicilian.) the only thing that stops him, really, is the fact that Vizzini lost, and he doesn't plan on losing. and so, instead, after a beat, he asks:] Well, what were you supposedly the Goddess of?
[he needs a clear picture of this, to judge what she thinks she should be able to do and what he can ask for, as proof, in time, to decide a winner for this little contest]
no subject
[he needs a clear picture of this, to judge what she thinks she should be able to do and what he can ask for, as proof, in time, to decide a winner for this little contest]