[ Molly stops his hand when prompted, and simply lets it rest over the card with Oran's palm warm against his skin. The nervousness and worry radiates from the other tiefling, and he shakes his head. ]

I don't have to do anything you don't want me to. It's your future, after all. Do with it as you want, there's freedom in that.

[ It's half show, half genuine truth in that. ]

The choice belongs only to you.

[ Once Oran moves his hand, Molly sweeps the card up without looking at it or showing it, and it slips into the rest of his deck. He splits and flips the cards, 'hiding' it among the others.

Molly knows his cards, of course, every little tell to pick the ones he wants, but Oran doesn't know that, and he wants his new friend to feel certain it's lost among the rest. ]