"And ruin our little sleepover? Cherie, I may be drained, but I'm not dead," he drawled and kissed her fingers. Strolling up to a truck, he fiddled at the door for a few moment before the door swung open. He bowed to her as she climbed it. "De nearest safehouse is an easy drive, I can put together something decent from de pantry." The truck took off for the main road, no one else on the road until they arrived in the edges of the city where plain and unremarkable townhouses stood. "Lemme go first, I need to undo traps," he explained and began to pick his door in the quiet.