"So I would. Only a suggestion." He didn't regret the loss, though. With her bishop he thought he might have been able to start working toward a reasonable closure, but given the wine he'd had he was probably overlooking a few key factors. He nudged the cat away with his foot again, although it seemed to take it as encouragement to wind around his ankle. He was strangely reluctant to complain about it openly, though.
He pushed his pawn forward, out of danger. "My suggestions probably aren't worth taking, at this point. It's been a while since I polished off a bottle." Even with company. ... Which he did not usually have.