Oliver leaned back heavily into his chair, his arms folded into contentment on his lap. "It feels good to be on top, Nila, let me tell you," he said contentedly. "This is what it feels like to be king, to have everything…"
"You didn't winnnn!" Nila said.
"And a beautiful – albeit it rather loud – woman to go along with it," Oliver said. "Truly, there could be nothing more that I want for…"
"You can't hide behind a compliment," Nila said. "You didn't win. I'm going to take your tea away now. Liars don't get to drink it."
It was awfully petty, but it was a very Nila line of thinking. She took his fruit tea hostage, and put it on a table far out of the way of his reach. Oliver had to pretend he wasn't genuinely upset about that – he'd been looking forward to drinking it after all.