A hand is offered to seal the bargain. "I think we have ourselves a deal. Dinner for me if I win, I help you around the smithy. I've been in the mood to try a little Greek dining, and I'm feeling a little thin."

Ben licks his lips, though he knows better than to take her skill for granted. It's a little friendly psychological warfare. He wonders if Mantis and Lysandra have met, and if Lysandra has been warned about his tendencies. If he wins, it would be rude not to take advantage of the terms.