Pssh. My car doesn't make anyone more beautiful just because they're being the wheel. I'd know.

[ Because he's behind it all the time. Get it. Get it? ]

Whatever, learn to take a compliment. [ A slurred compliment is a compliment all the same. Let's just hope that Baby doesn't remember any of this in the morning. ]

You need to relax. [ Says he, burrowing a little into the leather of the passenger seat, sighing gently as his eyes close. ]