Sylas looked down at the Basilisk Skin Armor and shook his head. He had to admit, that ever since they were young, Cassarae had always been good at this sort of thing. Teasing him, that is. Even if she couldn't win a battle of words—which was certainly not a given considering her sharp tongue—she had plenty of other ways to win.
Looking away from it finally, he found Cassarae's triumphant gaze. It really didn't matter what he said at this point, the winner of this round was quite obvious.
If she could just keep doing this, maybe he would never win at all.
But then again, Sylas wasn't one to keep taking losses.
He directly sent over another 500 million F-Coins.
"Just a little tip for the show."
Cassarae was so stunned her eyes opened wide. It looked for a moment like her tongue might fall out of her mouth.
"You cheeky little… SYLAS BROWN! Do you think I'm some stripper?!"