"Course," Tragos said, with a glance over at her. "That whole drive was unforgettable. You, in that dress. Those little shorts. Getting you all to myself for a while," Tragos wasn't a wistful person, but there was a slight touch of nostalgia in his voice. Didn't usually talk like this either, but there was something about the car and the road and this girl. "If we didn't have an appointment to get your name tattooed on my skin, I'd be tempted to keep driving."
Well, he was tempted. He could be tempted. He wasn't going to do it, though. Wasn't going to miss getting this tattoo finished and wasn't going to miss his midnight appointment with Laz. But he could acknowledge the temptation.