"Your move. Actually, it's been your move for the past couple centuries so..."
Riley trailed off when he saw Ben's glare.
"Stop complaining. It hasn't been that long."
"Feels like it."
"Chess is a game of concentration and thought. That takes time."
Riley rolled his eyes. "'Concentration and thought'? Is that why you've been watching anything but the board in front of us for the past..."Riley checked his watch, "ten minutes? But who's counting."
"Sorry." Ben leaned back in the high-backed chair and rubbed his eyes. "I'm just preoccupied."
"Ah. Obviously, your preoccupation is NOT with your next move. And it wasn't with the move before this one, or the one before that..."
Ben didn't reply..
"Well?"
"Well what?" Ben looked out from behind his hands.
Riley rolled his eyes. "What's. Your. Problem? Geez, make me spell it out."
"You are really irritating sometimes, you know that don't you?"
"Yes."
"Good. Checkmate."
"Wait...how...you...aww, man!" Riley groaned.
Ben grinned. "Gotta keep you're mind on the game. I should thank Ian for the pointers on bluffing if I ever see him again." "
Riley's mouth dropped open. "You bluffed in chess?! How'd you manage that?"
"Simple. I kept you preoccupied with my supposed preoccupation. You didn't pay enough attention to the game, so I won."
"That's more like lying then bluffing." Riley grumbled.
"Same idea. Trick your opponent into believing something about you that's not true."
"You're very infuriating. You know that, don't you, Ben?
"Yes."
"Good. Rematch!"