“Nah, that’s not my skillset. But miracles are, and it seems it would take one. Would you prefer to be improved, or your opponent sabotaged?”

The girl playing against Rhea’li rolls her eyes, apparently not considering such a forced win valid enough to mind, even though she can clearly hear Crowley. “Can you make him actually interesting to play against? Because this is just sad.”

“See, that,” Crowley gestures at her, “is why Kira sent me. Your futile struggles are depressing or something.” She grins at him sidelong. “Really, Rhea’li, I thought you were good with your hands.”