"Oh please, there was no ass whipping." G rolled his eyes. "You're as bad as the Big Guy, thinking my ass always needs saving. I don't need to lie to anyone to know you got lucky out there," he added with a smirk. His competitive streak chaffed under the teasing, but G couldn't really be upset at losing. He'd needed the afternoon off more than he'd needed to win.
Although, winning would have been nice.
Watching Robert charm the waiter, G couldn't help wondering what had happened to the guy who'd used to be able to charm his way out of anything. Ever since he'd gotten to this dimension, it seemed like all the carefully constructed facets of who he was had been crumbling to the ground.
He wasn't expecting the thanks that followed. "You're welcome. Although, I admit part of it was to ease my own restlessness." He'd been playing by the rules for too long. G preferred to throw out the playbook halfway through an op and do it his way and he couldn't do that here. It was beginning to drive him insane. He grinned at the description of those mountain rides. "I think I've done something similar to that. Isn't much in the way of creating an adrenaline rush I haven't tried at least once, though. So, I guess that doesn't say much." Rolling his eyes a second time, the backhanded his brother's arm lightly. "I bring my partner out here to look at security, I'm bringing you, too, just for a rematch."