It was a challenge she was sure to lose with his vast knowledge of history and expertise with ancient objects.
She was certain he had proposed it because he knew he would win. It wasn't like he didn't enjoy a challenge. He just wanted to ensure he was the one having his wicked way with her later.
He was definitely going to win.
She hated losing.
She really wanted to be the one in charge for a full day; she already had plans for some wardrobe changes.
Inspiration struck when they met at the door.
"I win." She declared with a cheeky grin.
"Oh?" His smug smile faltered.
"Yup," Elena smirked. "I have found the oldest antique in this store."
Elijah's head tilted to the side as he arched an eyebrow.
"You," she clarified.
"Are you calling me old Elena?"
"I would never," she gasped, holding a hand to her heart. "I'm calling you an antique… ancient really."
He wasn't sure whether to be affronted or impressed with her loophole.
"Still in excellent shape though," her eyes ran down his torso appreciatively.
Amusement flickered in his dark eyes.
"I suppose this means you've won," he sighed. "How will you be celebrating your victory?"
"I've got a few ideas."