He could tell the other man was shrinking back, but didn't know how to address it, so he bypassed it for the moment.
"So our choices are drugs, drag, drugs then drag... If you were really interested in the illegals, there's some pretty high-grade hash in the glove box; afraid that's all I've got on me, but it's enough to get you baking." He pulled up to a stoplight and popped the glove box, pulling out the box of joints. "Have at it,"