An eyebrow shot up when he heard the video game analogy. Considering everything he'd seen so far with the matches, conversation with this pair--and the one with Weber previously--it made sense. Add in what he'd learnt about the black hole and black blood from Oliver, it made damn good sense. Then again, plenty of things played out like it was one giant game. Only...where did they fit in? Not only his friends, but Weber and King Bob the Big'un. He didn't like being a pawn. Certainly not in any game where the rules were at the whim of ones who hadn't yet shown their faces.

Besides, pawns themselves were all too boring to play with, as well as in design, unless it was one of those speciality sets. Either way, he'd rather be the knight or bishop. "'He' being the level boss for these matches, I gather?" he asked, keeping to their terminology. He'd have to look up that game later and maybe--much, much later--introduce Harriet to his old friend...

"You know..." he began, scratching idly at a sideburn. "I've got to ask. If you gain nothing from these fights, then why are you here in the first place? Couldn't someone else run things and enforce the rules in your stead every now and then? You know, like calling in a mate to cover for your shift at work while you nip off to the local chip shop--or perhaps the nearest chocolatier?" he asked, his eyes falling on the king