I never know where to start with any place. I just barrel in and hope for the best. [He rests an arm on the back of the seat and looks at her in a new light. He doesn't need a good hard read to get where she's coming from- hence why he didn't even bother to try and read the cards for her. He figured it out pretty quickly that she's a kid unhappy with who she is in the world that she'd make up something to make her seem extraordinary or made everything make sense.

He looks down at the card he pulled, the one with the lower number, and then looks back up a her, a tiny, almost mischievous smile playing at the corner of his lips.] Do you wanna know my answer? It's a game I made up, so I can bend the rules all I want.