If Dean had been one of Jason's brothers, he would have received a friendly middle finger salute in response to his invitation. The two weren't that close, though, so he got the slightly more polite sarcastic commentary. "Hell of a sales pitch you got there. You should go into real estate." Nevertheless, Jason opened the back door and slid into the back seat. He angled himself to face Dean, and put his bad leg up on the leather cushions with a small sigh of relief. Whatever Dick had done when he'd struck that leg during their fight had been slow to go away, not the least because Jason had been ignoring it.
"I'd tell you this car belongs in a museum, but that'd be a waste of a classic."