Phil smiled faintly, looking over at her as well. "Yes, that is kind of fun. But you're much better at it, and make it look so easy." Phil's combat skills were nothing to scoff at, but comparing his with Bobbi's was like comparing a child's crayon drawing to the Mona Lisa.
Standing, he moved over towards the shelves that held a decently sized TV and various entertainment devices. "Yes, but we have to stop if we feel like murdering each other," he quipped, loading a game into the console and brining her a controller. "It's been known to happen."