[The looming is very effective, especially with Dearka still sitting down; he has to lean back in order to keep eye contact, which puts him at a disadvantage in this strange little moment of power struggle that they're engaging in. Yzak grins at him. Dearka grimaces.

Sighing in defeat, it seems he has no choice but to concede...

...Or does he?]

Fine... But I don't know how you expect me to focus on giving the game my best when I'm going to be distracted thinking about all the things I'm going to have to do to make dinner. I may just not be in top form, as a result...

[He sighs again, sadly, shaking his head lightly. Is he threatening to throw the match in protest? Surely not.]