[She watches, stoic, as he puts up the mental wards. She didn't pry - it's no challenge for her if she reads her opponent's mind during chess, and all she got were mostly surface thoughts of him thinking about various other subjects while playing. ]
Much.
[A pause.]
Merci.
[Because other people's secrets aren't usually something she really wants to be drowned in, on a normal day.]
no subject
Much.
[A pause.]
Merci.
[Because other people's secrets aren't usually something she really wants to be drowned in, on a normal day.]