Of course I'm not. Losing just means that I have room for improvement. I am, however, a very sore winner, so you'd better prepare yourself for that eventuality. Because I intend to win.

[ Andromache is by far the more athletic out of the two of them. If this were a fight, or a footrace, or a competition to see who could do the most push-ups, Kim would have his ass handed to him quite soundly. To win at bowling is almost as much an insult as anything else, cementing the fact that Kim only seems to manage to achieve specialty in things that he considers to be stupid and meaningless.

He wins nonetheless, largely thanks to his devotion to winning: he had done his research before coming here, made every move with quiet, intense deliberation, and managed to eke out a win as a result. Stupid game or not, he can't help but toss her a look absolutely dripping with smugness. ]

What was that you said earlier...? Ah, yes. [ He smiles at her. ] I hope you're not a sore fucking loser.