[Ajax's expression subtly changing into disappointment and the bold move to snatch the bishop makes Zhongli lean his chin on the heel of his palm, interested. Spirited competitiveness, he'd call it, though he'd also wonder how much of it is actual recklessness or confidence. Is Ajax that skilled a chess player? Or just someone who's enthusiastic for matches like these? It's endearing to witness, nonetheless.

In the tranquil setting of the park, Zhongli's gaze nudges a pawn into movement, a slow push on a gloved finger, making it stealthily advance past the line of Ajax's offense, hinting a threat towards the king at the back. He wonders about the moves Ajax has in mind, if at all or if he's playing by ear (he's seen wonderful responses coming from ad-libs, after all). Yet, he is busy jotting something down, keeping it concealed from Zhongli's eyes, and he can't help but be curious at that boyish grin.]

I'm intrigued, [He arches his eyebrows with a thoughtful gaze. There's a certain charm in the mystery, but Zhongli does comply with his promises.] Very well, [he concedes, his tone filled with playful agreement, tucking the newspaper onto a side where an empty thermos sits, to make it not fly away with the breeze.] I promise not to peek.

[Which reminds him.] Perhaps next time we can do this while I still have some tea with me. I'll make sure to brew some for you.