"Bramen," Dorian frowned ridiculously exaggerated at his friend. "You're delusional. I won. You lost. You need to accept this. My Ghost has the numbers. Ghost!"

Dorian waved a hand at his Ghost which blinked to clear the data it had been projecting. It switched over to the data from the fight. It did a little math as it watched the replay. In the end, though, Dorian's number was higher than Bramen's.

"Ha!" He said with a grin. "You are buying drinks tonight, my friend."