Rus shrugs, still smiling. Very few people can make him laugh like that. He's willing to take it at face value. "It can be taken to extremes?" he suggests helpfully.
"On the contrary- they were very talented bullies."
Rus gives him a salute and a saucy grin. "What're you frowning at?" He looks around. "Better than most probably. What? Oh yes. Bugger! I guess we should. You have another go." He fetches the darts. "And another drink," he insists.