"Did Josh, I mean, Domgay, explain what the 1v1 was for?"
"Yes. To show you that I'm better as I shall be dealing with your shit on the live server."
Oh! This is news to me, and I'm temporarily pre-occupied by the thought that someone not much older than me - okay, maybe six years or so, and okay, mega successful, but still - is going to 1v1 me. I frown, dragging my wayward attention back to the task at hand.
"Good," I swallow nervously. "I have some questions, Mr. Dom." I smooth a stray lock of hair behind my ear.
"I thought you might," he says, deadpan. He's laughing at me. My cheeks heat at the realization, and I sit up and switch to defense gear in an attempt to look better and more intimidating. Saying go to begin the 1v1, I try to look good at pvp.
"You're very young to have amassed such skill. To what do you owe your success?" I glance up at him. His smile is rueful, but he looks vaguely disappointed.
