Slav was not sexually turned on by cars. Well, as a rule anyway. He liked 'em, is all. And most of the posters in his room might have been completely vehicle-ridden, but he most definitely could appreciate the female form as well as the classic car form. How did he get on that mental thoughtwave again? Huh. Slav really had no clue how he ended up musing about sexual attraction to cars, it had been there, at the tips of his fingers and then it simply disappeared.
Oh well.
As for the model cupped in between both of his hands, looking smaller than he remembered it as, he really did not know whether he would try to improve it or not. He could, make it even better and more realistic. But...nah, he liked it as it was. Besides, there was a rumor that the shop back in Texas would soon be handling the real thing in a month or two, and that was far more interesting. A vehicle he really was itching to get his hands on and himself under...wow, even he thought that sounded wrong. And that was certainly saying something.
While the Oldest simply facepalmed and looked at him, Slav stood there looking back at him. Wondering but not really sure he wanted to know the answer to his question. For maybe a minute, maybe less, the middle Jones boy considered his older brother, before another thought occurred. "You're not like, dying of some incurable disease are you?"