Hunter nodded and climbing into the car, taking a deep breath of the smell of the leather and the shine of the untouched dash board. He longed to touch it, but his hands were grease-covered and would ruin that prefection. It was a beautiful car, almost as beautiful as it's owner, and he could hardly believe what was going on. Why would a boy, clearly wealthy, pick up some dirt-smeared odd-job man off the street and whisk him away?
Unless of course the Villains in the community were looking for skilled labourers for some ghastly project, but he knew there were people about much more suitable than he was. But perhaps they were smarter than he was- after all he'd got into the car with the boy. Clearly it only took good looks and the charming laugh to wrap him around someone's little finger.
Strangely enough, he didn't care. There wasn't much he didn't care about. "So... how long have you lived at Polybius?" He asked