He wasn't sure he understood what the aim was but they'd figure it out. It might not be much of a robot but it apparently was some thing that would take his skill, his moves. Figure it all out. It was still all pretty weird. But the guy seemed interested in it all and was willing to pay so here they were.
Freddie leaned against the wall the far side of the little kitchen watching the other man make the tea and coffee and allowed himself a slight wry grin at the question about when he'd started playing chess. He hadn't asked why, which was probably for the best, that was a whole other story he was in no mood to get into.
"I was nine. Found a crappy looking chess set, and a book, taught myself." It had been a better alternative to listening to his parents fight. To everything aroud him falling to hell, to being misunderstood. Though the misunderstood bit had never changed over the years maybe it could do that here. "From then it took a few years but people started noticing, there was a teacher at school said I should do some amatur compititions. I did that, and after that the pro circut came calling. Honestly never thought it could be a career but you learn how to work a crowd and you're there. They love you, they hate you, either way, they're paying to see the show, right?"