"Oh, yes." He let himself smirk openly for just a moment when she made her move, looking at the board; he'd spare the knight for now, but he was certain he'd have it within three moves. "My father was a Muggle; we lived in his neighborhood." It was funny to be calling that lucky, but he didn't feel the need to elaborate too much. He diverted his bishop, beginning to imagine an offense rather than just working on reading her strategy. He glanced up at her briefly before turning his attention again to the game. "I cant say any of the purebloods I knew were terribly fond of The Clash."