"It's fine!" Emerson replied with a wave of his hand. He didn't mind losing. Never had, unless the stakes were particularly high, and all that was relative anyhow. "You think I come here to win?" He grinned at Allison broadly. "You were a big help, though. Usually I give up by the third time I try to use dickwaffle as a word."
He turned his charming smile toward Eterna. "May I formally admit my defeat, my lady," he offered with an extravagant flourish. "I am beaten, and not in the fun way, yet again."