[Eyes narrowing slightly as he watches Ajax take the bishop with a pawn, a move that was expected, Zhongli still manages to find this somewhat delightful. The playful banter between them is a game within a game. Ajax’s boldness, his willingness to step into a potential trap, with the same steadfastness that he'd harness to try and get out of it, adds some warmth to Zhongli's chest.

For the first time in some days, Zhongli's shoulders lower, relaxing.]

You’re not wrong, [Zhongli admits, a soft smile tugging at his lips.] While I do lean more often towards caution, there's something refreshing to your unrelenting boldness.

[He makes his next move with the same measured grace, a knight shifting into position with a clear intent to protect his remaining pieces while setting up the next stage of his strategy. His gaze never leaves Ajax's, the warmth in his eyes deepening.]

But don’t think I’ll go easy on you just because of that. I intend to make you earn every victory, no matter how small.