"Probably kick my ass too." He grinned and glanced to George, setting his hands in his pockets. "He's being an ass. I have legitimate cause to be grouchy at him. And I'm a sore loser because you cheat. And you called my horse Tony Stark."
He shook his head and sat down, at a distance because he didn't want to spook Wrath, "speaking of which I promised myself I would tell you about the time George got ass faced drunk and thought a mule was a dragon. I would not be a good friend if I didn't try and embarrass him in front of his fair lady."