At this Erwin chuckled, a dry, warm, extremely uncommon sound. He smiled often, but laughed almost never. Perhaps as an acknowledgement of a joke; perhaps, too, he was laughing at a pretentious statement.

"What more could I ask of you? You're already captain. You like chores."

He was quite relaxed as he held Levi's gaze, though even Erwin's relaxation was straight-shouldered and drawn-bellied. When he looked down at the board the corner of his mouth ticked up before he brought his bishop forward -- arguably in a manner underdeveloped -- to make room for castling. The whole thing gave off a perfunctory air, like a man who had figured out the whole thing so far in advance that he was only going through the motions now. Or one whose condescension was unwarranted.