Actually, I'm pretty sure I'd won about, oh, a half-dozen times? Maybe more'n that?

[ Still a triumphant gleam in his eyes, still completely unbothered by the fact that she's lying atop him. Evidently he finds more satisfaction in gloating to the exclusion of all else. ]

Seems as though you just don't know when to leave well enough alone. It's endearing, kinda. Bless your stubborn, li'l heart.