He grunts a little at the comment, deciding that it's a language barrier and she didn't actually mean to be a condescending little shit. He shifts to sit across from her, surveying the board and calculating his next move.

"I assure you, miss...?" He raises an eyebrow up at her, waiting for her to fill in the blank. He mutters a direction for a pawn and sits back as he watches it move for him. A small smirk tugs at his lips, this girl was no match.

"Once a strategist, always a strategist."