"Alright then girly, lets fight. If you win, I'll be your manservant for the rest of the quarter, if I win, you fetch me food whenever i want you to for the rest of the quarter, deal?" Sol grinned at the thought of having someone fetch his food for the rest of the quarter, and he could rub in that spoiled pest's face whenever he wanted. "And since James here decides that you're being a brat i won't even use magic in this fight how's that for ya?" he finished satisfied that his offer wouldn't be refused.