"What other skills do you secretly have at your disposal? Cars, philosophy, literature, physics, engineering, pick pocketing, why, you are quite versed on a multitude of subjects I don't know what to do with you." His hands were steady on the steering wheel, radio playing softly unless she changed it, he could barely hear it anyway and it was only a disruption from their conversation.
"Which part are you thinking is sexy, his brain or facial hair?" She was given sight of his profile smile. The lack of internal lights made his face paler, the wavy plait of hair impressively dark like everything else he wore and owned. It made him, the man, stand out more.