Once in the car and ready to go, Liam's head turned at Ainsley's inviting tone. He wanted to, certainly, but he was too far in now. He wouldn't be able to stop himself, and he wasn't about to make a bloody mess of his Aston Martin. It was hard to find one exactly the way he wanted.
Instead, he returned Ainsley's smile, then turned his attention onto the road as he started the car. "It'll be better if we wait until we arrive," he said, revving the engine and pulling off. He was a fast driver, something he could easily pull off with his heightened reflexes. His fangs were already itching to taste, and he gripped the steering wheel tighter.
"Tell me something about yourself, Ainsley," he said as he turned a sharp left to head towards the man's flat.