Lillie huffed. "Senior Brother's mistaken. It was 229-200 in my favor."
Han Taiyi's respect for Death faltered.
Death spluttered, not expecting his Junior Sister to deny him glory and face. "I-I was—I was going easy on you!"
"Yeah right." Ethan scoffed.
Death's eyebrow twitched, deciding to ignore Ethan's retort. "I demand a race then! Right now." He stomped his foot, nose flaring in determination to regain his abused ego. "If I win, you'll give me your wine—"
"I refuse."
"...?!" Death stumbled at Lillie's sharp and unhesitant answer.
"But, but..."
"We've wasted time as it is. Also, I see nothing of benefit if I agree to your trivial challenge." Lillie folded her arms in resolute.