[Her refusal doesn't come as a surprise to him. Still, it doesn't make it any less frustrating. He can see that she can't look at him again and he wonders how much of herself is really turning him down.]
You should know me enough by now to know that there's nothing you can say, really.
[As he thinks on how to make her change her idea about him, he looks away. His gaze catches sight of the used the targets, where bullet holes share space with arrows. He smiles slowly, intently, an idea forming into his head. It's a long shot and he's probably gambling a lot on this, but he might gain what he wants]
How about we try something different? Like a contest of skills, maybe? [He nods toward the targets] The winner gets what he wants from the loser. What do you think?