[ He takes a moment before answering, thinking about it, wondering how it'd feel for someone to call him Miles, to treat him like a Miles, to use his birth name instead of one he was given by a crime lord. To shed the anonymity and the memories associated with Baby. To become a new him, if he so wishes to be. A musician, an artist. Likes Miles Davis. ]

Yeah. Yeah, I think I'd like that.

[ Most of the time, he doesn't feel like a Miles. He doesn't feel like a Baby, either, so maybe he should try the name on for size. He's got nothing to lose. ]

I love driving. I love the control, I love being in charge of a fast car. I love the freedom, too, knowing I can go anywhere, see anything. Just hop in and never stop. Leave everything behind. I love all of that. I love being good at something. And I'm really, really good at driving.