Bill remembered when the Mustang made it big. He saw Bullitt in the theatres. Steve McQueen, now that was a man. Pity he weren't a vampire or something supernatural. He was the sort of fellow that Bill would have actually liked to have a conversation with. If for no other reason than to speak his appreciation for his art.
There were few things to amuse a man that lived forever. Movies had been one of those things that made his weekends less monotonous and repetitive.
He blinked. Slowly.
"You wouldn't mind?"
His skepticism was heavy. Weres and Vamps weren't exactly the sort to share close company. Bill was curious and cautious of the offer.