Karl let out a sigh, obviously not happy with the results of actually trying not to kill the pair in a motor vehicle accident. So much for doing the right thing and trying to be considerate of mortal lives for once. It showed that it just didn't work in his favor.
Keeping one hand on the wheel, Karl pulled off the hate and briefly looked at it before placing it on Alyssa's lap, brows furrowing at the next question and obstacle thrown at him.
"My face? Nothing's wrong with my face." Right? Or did the healing process really went as slow as he was afraid it was getting to be?