It was a trustworthy grin. A little too trustworthy. He eyed, her, then went back to focus on lining up his shot.

"Muscle mass, not weight," he corrected, making the ball in and pausing to chalk his cue. "We could play for shots. Basically, I make one, you take one, an' vice versa. That way, no one's a real loser."

Until the shots catch up and they both are, of course.