Secretly, Shiro does wish this stubborn girl would just admit defeat, already. 'cause even if he isn't showing it (much), he is often in the threat of losing ideas and conceding. He had a record to hold, he was not about to let Jubilee ruin it.
"My Rolex is upstairs," he proceeded to draw, anyway, brushing his hair off his face first so that his locks sort of waterfalled back to the side of his cheek and roof his eye a bit, "I'll go and check with Jean sometime, then. I sure as hell wouldn't want a dog up my ass for ruining her day..."
The drawing in itself, the Inner Contemplative Shiro thought, was a bit ironic considering he wasn't even a believer but he figured he could always rely on stereotypes to defend him.
"I wonder if there is a channel that tells time," he said mostly to himself as his arm reached for the remote control...or at least gestured for Jubilee to hand it to him.