He tried to talk his way through what he was doing, for her benefit...but it didn't quite work.
"Dean's a much better teacher, than me. He taught me how to drive stick and everything. He's got the patience of a saint, if anyone can teach you, it's him."
He liked that Dean and Anne were friends, it warmed his heart that his brother could love her, too.
He shrugged and hit the gas, fourth gear and flying down a long, rural road near his estate. Didn't matter where they went, as long as they were together.