Riley gave a Izzy one of his usual sleazy grins, though it was clear that he was trying to mask the pain that he was in. "An astute observation," he remarked. At her offer of healing him, he waved her off. "No, I couldn't ask that of you. Especially not as I continue to fail so embarrassingly. The White Wolf is a really insignificant aberration. A small fry. Peanuts. I never would have guessed that I'd lose to him twenty times in a row. Must be because I'm hesitant to put the smack down on ol' Trevor." He laughed, but his half-assed joke fell flat following that earth-shaking statement. Twenty times. Riley had fought, and [i]lost[/i], against the White Wolf [i]twenty consecutive times[/i] over the last three days.