[ Ajax's remaining knight moves to protect the queen in a quite aggressive maneuver that might make any passerby's wonder why Ajax would risk his queen in the first place if he was so protective of it. If asked, he might laugh and comment on how the beauty and might of the powerful should be seen firsthand so that it can be appreciated. For what good is a queen left to wither away in her castle? And what good is a knight that cannot carry out Her Excellency's will, whether that be as a sword or shield? The knight shall protect his queen because he must. Failure is not an option. ]

Aha? What are you fishing for with that remark? More conjectures upon conjectures.

It reminds me of the time I took my younger sister to have her fortune told. She is quite enamored with all things magical, you see. A romantic at heart. And ah, it really did look like magic — the words she was weaving and the insights she was pulling from seemingly thin air. Except— Except if you were to listen and watch quite carefully, my poor sister was unconsciously giving the fortune teller all she needed to know to wow her. And her explanations were more fishing expedition than fact.

I hope you do not think me so green as to fall for the same~

But. [ The sound is harsh as he pops the 'B'. ] To answer your question.

[ And Ajax pauses oh so dramatically as he wags one finger on his right hand: ]

You're getting warmer, Xiansheng. Fairly warm. Like late fall or early spring.