He yells back, "You're too competitive to not take the deal. It will eat away at you to not at least try. I can wait, I have the patience of a saint." From there Blair disappears around a cabin and finds the range right before his eyes, as if plot demanded it sit there. "Wow just my luck." He says as he takes up one of the bows and takes a few shots, sinking in a grouping smaller then a quarter. "I'll leave that there. She just might think I placed them there like that to scare her." He chuckles then heads off for his cabin.