[ there's a cautious pause. oh, asha might give him something, but there's never any telling just what that something might be. or whether or not it would be a good thing. there's a moment of robb simply treading water, watching her face, before he answers. ]
And just what will you give me, when I beat you?
[ overconfident, challenging, his tone is both of those things and more. there is salt water dripping down his face, and he feels ridiculous, half-drowned and outmatched, but none of that will ever be allowed to show on his face. ]
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And just what will you give me, when I beat you?
[ overconfident, challenging, his tone is both of those things and more. there is salt water dripping down his face, and he feels ridiculous, half-drowned and outmatched, but none of that will ever be allowed to show on his face. ]