He arched an eyebrow as they scooted up in their lane again but didn't make it past the light. New York traffic needed to fuck right the fuck off. So she had a secret and she was going to tell him? Whatever she was expecting with that power and confession, it probably wasn't laughter but that was exactly what she got. He laughed like it was the most hilarious thing he'd ever heard.
After a moment, he used his thumb to wipe his eyes and heaved a sigh, grinning at her, "And I'm Saint Christopher - I called the devil a pussy to his face and walked away. I find you unimpressive." Finally, they made it through the light.