Carmen paused for a moment to consider her answer. Her face twisted slightly as she thought and played with the thick ringlets of her hair. Her lips pursed. "To be honest, I've usually played for pride," she admitted, thinking back. "Bragging rights, one might say. It might sound silly, I know, but you see, where I'm from, to beat me --to find me-- means something."
She examined her nails, looking down to think again. "You don't collect souls, so I suppose that is safe," she laughed slightly. "However, I've collected a favour or two in my day. Favours, though... they seem so mundane when I have such an opponent."