Your words, not mine. [ Lucius certainly doesn't seem flustered by the loss of that piece, sure enough. And yet, his next move isn't careless; the tip of his finger traces over the pieces left to him, claws continuing to tease beneath Eridanus' pant leg as Lucius takes his time deciding his next move.

When he makes it at last, his gaze lift back to Eridanus across from him, cat-slit eyes hooded with mischief. ]

But, on the contrary, you couldn't be more wrong. You and I are simply playing two different games.