Finchwood Academy

For his part, Marty doesn't miss the blush creeping across Liam's face, though he doesn't call him out on it. "Maybe. That's my typical strategy, though, and it's worked out fine for me so far." Liam pulls him closer at the waist, but Marty leans out at the shoulders, eyes narrowing further. He's pretty sure Liam doesn't have his card, but could he be helping someone who does? "I couldn't say. Could you?"