His attention might be focused on her face for the most part, but the way she shifts her legs seems a good enough reason to glance down. He certainly doesn't regret it, either. His brows raise briefly, sincere surprise in his expression before he smothers it with the faux-aloof air they've begun to perfect with one another.

"Guess there are worse horses to lose out on." He muses, bitterness seeping into his tone as he draws a sip from his glass. Goddamn it. This isn't about being a sore loser, this is about the fact that a bombshell is playing all the right games with him. If that doesn't make up for a miserable failure of an Arena, nothing will.

"You don't say." There's amusement in his tone, followed by a low chuckle. "Maybe I'm not too familiar with the locals here, so enlighten me. How does a girl like you, in a place like this, manage to blow off any steam? End of the Arena, you must be swamped." He's not even subtle about the fact that he's needling for confirmation that she'll stick around this time.