Oh, he was just talkative. It made him good at his job. When no one was around, sometimes he would talk to himself, silent or aloud. If there was one thing that wasn't afloat in this conversation, it was the warm fuzzies. Drunks were easier, but he got tired of drinking, and low-hanging fruit was depressing.
He thought the idea of anyone calling him noble was hilarious, and he grinned a set of very clean teeth. Big, small, crooked or straight, Janus always liked a body with clean teeth. They went several more miles without him resuming the conversation.
Then he put on music, not loud, but audible. He tapped his fingers on the wheel to the beat and looked back to see if it bothered her.