"Want to," Will said, cupping her cheek with his free hand as he leaned down to kiss her. "Reckon I've a decent shot at it." Scarlet had been going at it full pelt, chugging down unappetising protein shakes and pushing his body's limits, but he was starting from a disadvantage; he'd been a prisoner longer and he'd near died of infection. And the bow had always been Stutely's strength. Yeah, Scarlet was giving him a run for his money, but weren't nobody ever called him Will the Bowman.
But... Will's mouth twisted ruefully. But as satisfying as it would be to wipe the smirk off Scarlet's face, he knew it wouldn't be right. "He needs it more, but. 'Sides, if I win, I have to name his daughter. I don't need that kinda pressure." He said it with a crooked smile, eyes alight with humour, but there was a truth in that, too. It was all fun and games, threatening to name Scarlet's firstborn Gardyloo or Bumbershoot, but god help him if he actually got saddled with the responsibility.