"Ouch, man," Frederick responded with a sympathetic wince. There was a pause during which he noticed he was still shaking the shorter guy's hand, so he let go in a hurry. "Bail money, huh? Well, that bites." He grinned. "Don't worry. I won't ask. I've had my run-ins with the law myself." Frederick put on his most innocent look before adding, "But those days are way behind me. I'm a decent fella now."
His left eyebrow crept up high on his face. Frederick was about to tease Bryan with a little 'outing' double-entendre, but the bit about the shattered legs soured that mood right quick. "That's fucking harsh, man. I don't know how you didn't kick those fucker's asses before you left, though. You're a better man than me."
"Heh, you really do know your cars." Frederick studied the young man as he spoke. He was finding it hard not to stare at the man's mouth. No man should have lips like those, he thought to himself. He snorted and idly scratched his chest. "Sounds like a long time without driving. Too damn long, man. Tell you what. I need to take this guy out for a spin. I've only been as far as town, and he's overdue for some highway time so I can really let it rip. How about you drive?"
Yes, com'ere, little boy. Have some candy. God, I'm going to hell. Oh, whatever, he's college age. Ripe for experimentation, yes, sirree Bob.
Frederick put on his most charming face. "Maybe we can find a Lotus dealership and see what we can test drive," he added, and his wolfish grin could have cut through metal, it was so sharp.