...yeah. Me too. [He sighs and leans back against the couch.] We're dead. I don't even know what we're fighting about.

[He reaches forward automatically for the bottle of rum he had before remembering that he'd thrown it at America. Instead, he winds up twisting his fingers in his lap and staring down at them.]

...you did well. You fooled everyone into thinking you weren't playing and saved Lithuania. I wish you hadn't, but then again, I am a hunter.