Given Frederick's track record of late, he had originally chosen to ignore the male silhouette moving his way in the spacious garage. The car cover was lying in a heap nearby, Scion's ocean blue tee-shirt draped over it so as to avoid getting it all sweaty. Avoiding sweat damp spots in the underarm area was a pet peeve of Frederick's. He thought it looked nasty unless one were involved in a competitive sport of some kind at the time. However, hearing the admiration in Bryan's voice made the vain man straighten up and look over at the newcomer.
"You know your cars," he started to say, but got distracted by the very pretty face he found himself looking at. He smiled, tight lipped but friendly, and wiped his hand on his low rider jeans before offering it to the other man. "I'm Frederick. And he's way faster than a gazelle," he corrected in a mildly teasing tone, gesturing at the car with a grin of pride. Scion believed cars felt like either males or females and, to him, this one 'felt' like a boy.
It was probably wise of Bryan to refrain from commenting on the color. Frederick had already had words with Multiple Man for calling it sea foam, when it clearly said in the literature this color was called Iridium. Clearly. Right.