It's a punishment and you know it. You're using the game against me, which is tragic.

[But, with a sigh, he shifts off the sofa, and goes, slump-shouldered, toward the paper shuffled across the floor.]

I'll probably never be able to play this game ever again. I'll always think of this moment, when you stabbed me in the back. [Another sigh, louder.] Tragic. Truth or Dare for you, then. Go on. Game's not over.