I don’t recall you saying we could dictate what the other person loses. No changing the rules in the middle of the game.

[ As if either of them are very good at listening to rules anyway, unless it suits them.

But he had a reason for making that objection, because his fingers have already started unbuttoning his shirt until he can tug the fabric off his shoulder and down his arms. And then drapes it over the back of his chair. It leaves him sitting across from Claude, naked from the waist up, muscled torso completely on display.

This, he thinks, will be much more useful in distracting his opponent. Which can only be to his advantage.

Especially because a moment later, he’s very pointedly stealing one of Claude’s bishops with a smirk. Worth the sacrifice of a pawn. Probably. ]

Your turn.