'Black,' he replied with a fond smile. He was in love with that car and it was obvious with how he smiled. 'I see, so you were making fun of him. I hope he knows what you think of him sometimes.'
His tone suggested that he was poking fun at her and not trying to pick a fight. It was also his way of friendly flirting, although he didn't want to flirt with a werewolf, it'd make him too much like Sam and that made him feel slightly uncomfortable since most of the time, the brothers were nearly nothing alike.
'So, you can't help her,' he stated looking disappointed. This was now not good news, this was bad news and really bad news at that. He didn't know what he'd tell Sam since he seemed hopeful about this.