He takes it for an attempt to psyche him out the first time. And then he looses that rook. Apparently he should not, in fact, have moved it there. Honest daytime hours are creeping up, but he can't blame this on being tired. This is about the amount of sleep he usually gets, if that. He's just. Not very good.

A more detailed warning draws him up with a frown as he looks over the board, puzzles, finds Trevor's approach, and sighs. "So you are."