Chuckling softly, Ithi'Ka hides her reaction.  "You men and your pieces," she says softly.  "Can't keep your hands off them, can you?"  The game of chess hasn't yet made much of a following in Xen'drik, but she's played enough to understand it.  She does, however, nod subtly in agreement.  If she loses, she might still win in the end... but doing so will simply take longer.<br/><br/>Leaning forward, the false image of a face superimposed over her own jet skin, she smiles wickedly.  "Let's play."