Pepper glances down at his foot against her leg, looking as if she's contemplating something for a beat. Tipping her head, she watches him for a few moments, a hint of glassiness in her gaze betraying the alcohol in her blood, before shaking her head.

"No. You shouldn't be sorry about winning," she says, reaching out to grab the wine bottle by the neck and emptying what's left in it into her glass. "I just don't like losing. It's a... character fault."