Lan Wangji lifts his eyebrows, an elegantly cutting expression of pure skepticism, but says nothing. As he has already said, they will play as many times as it takes for Claudius to come out the victor. He gets to his feet, smoothing down his robes, so that he can retrieve the board and the pieces, and so that he can pass a pleasant afternoon in meditative contemplation of strategy and the workings of fate that have brought the two of them to this point.