The grey car ripped through the night at neck-breaking speed, smoothly avoiding obstacles and sending a few cars right off the road. Phobos didn't care about the mortals, didn't hear the screeching wheels behind them nor the shriek of metal. He had one job to do: get them to the Hamptons as quickly as possible without damaging Eros' car. It was a damn fine ride!
The blond twin giggled softly at lover-boy, and giggled some more when he pictured all three of them aiming at Ares with bazookas the next time their father... well, hopefully there wouldn't be a next time.
"Sorry," he mumbled. "Spent too much time with the loonies." When they arrived at Zeus' manor, Phobos brought the car to a halt, flooded by something akin to the relief he'd felt when they brought Ares back to Olympus after his run-in with Herakles.
"Hope you've enjoyed the ride and will travel with us again."