"Mm." Liam nods and taps the deck in his hands on the table, feeling all the cards fall flat against each other. Neat. Nothing is ever neat, anymore. "Unravel things."

He keeps his eyes on the table, snickering at Lucy's refusal to adopt Khalil's suggestions as he lays out another card. It's the four of swords, and his smirks at that, too. "The cards don't agree." He mumbles, resting his elbows on the table and looking back up at Lucy. "But, I think there're a few strings worth pulling at. Maybe I'll topple a teen soldier ring." Because the prospect of that seems easier than dealing with any personal problems.