Oh? I have six brothers, betcha you can't come up with anything I haven't seen. 

Six brothers? Of course I can.

Are you challenging me to an arm-wrestling match? Because that sounded like a challenge to an arm-wrestling match. 

You know what, sure.

Let's go. 

Surely there's a convenient arm-wrestling surface somewhere around here.

They can find a rock. Here is a good rock. 

Hello convenient rock. Is the initial arm-wrestling setup as universal as it is intuitive?

It is!

Oh good.

She's not fooling herself that she's as strong as him; years of self-defense lessons have given her decent muscle tone but there's a difference between that and someone who runs around the countryside for fun all the time. But the point of the exercise was to fight dirty, after all.

As soon as the word "Go," she conjures a weird stick-thing to brace between her hand and the rock, just to buy some time, and then leans over and kisses him.

This is in fact not a move anyone has ever pulled on him in an arm-wrestling match!

Oh, good, is it distracting enough to let her win or does she need to escalate?

His hand jerks violently but he doesn't let her win. 

Aw, is he sure? She's a very good kisser.

He is definitely not objecting to the kissing. 

Okay, fine, she'll just have to rely on dreamworking for the rest of her cheating. Retractible but not extensible...thing...between his wrist and the rock. With a spare bit of attention. Because kissing.

What the fuck, he gasps when he loses, and then stares at her with eyes afire. You're right, my brothers did not do that. 

I should hope not! she giggles. Also, wow, I'm impressed.

Wait, by what?

You're very good at kissing?

I was hardly even trying, I was distracted! Come over here. 

She totally does that.

So he gives an undistracted kissing demonstration. 

Ooh.

She can do better when she's not distracted too.

And eventually his brain catches up with his racing heart and - in Elven fairy tales this is how you get accidentally married - he disentangles them.