"Dunno," Tragos shrugged, rotating his wrist to stretch it out. "Depends how fast you wanna drive us." He quirked his eyebrow (and the corner of his mouth) up at her, offering her the wheel if she wanted it. This was not an offer he was going to make to just anybody, but he was loving the happy glow on her, and liked that he had more things he could give her to turn that glow up.