"I had no idea you played," Erik admitted with a bit of a sigh. That was his own fault, after all, for assuming the cat was a simple being. Cats were canny creatures, wily, and very, very smart. It might take a while, but Erik was never in a rush when playing chess. "I always play black," he informed. Despite the boy having a familiar face, he never likened him with the Charles he'd known in his youth. There's no way this Charles knew the things the Charles he'd known most of his life would know.