"Of course not." Freddie couldn't help, or at least didn't want to help, the derision in his voice. He was accused of lying or being crazy when it was really his opponent. He watched Sergievsky and, after a moment, made his opening move, a variation on the King's Indian Defense, just to get under his skin. There wasn't a smile on his face, but there was no doubt that he was pleased. Happy, even.