[For a genuine moment he laughed, feeling the mirth seep into his body in a way that felt like such a long time ago. He used to laugh like that once, quite often. The grief was new, but the heckling...was familiar.

Still, rather than earn the dragon's ire, he decided to temper it, in his own fashion. There was a coy look for a moment before he poised his hand on his own chin, tilting his head.]

Do you remember...when we first played Jihui...You told me: 'What was the point of playing the game' when the point of it was for both of us to win? You kept moving the pieces to make me lose...when I just..kept making you win.

[He recollected, evidently hardly put out or intimidated by the way Wrathion was acting. In fact, it just encouraged him to continue.]

Demonstrate...?