[ He looks considerate for a moment-- eyebrows furrowed, lips pursed. ]

Hm, you're right in that there's not a lot to be gained. but..


[And once he's done mulling over her words he leans in, so close he all but presses his nose against hers in the process. ]

Maybe everyone so far has been too afraid to try and call you on your bluffs.

[ And then he draws back some, still very much in her personal space. He presses the trigger and hits the can above the two that he'd previously aimed at. It comes down, and on its way down it takes the other two with it in a chain. ]

Oh-- I won.

[ He says with a childlike sort of surprise that honestly sounds genuine (it's not) ]

Pick your prize, dear.