He fully gave in to the laughter when he made the joke about the Kia, the odd feeling of being watched fading for the time being. "Alright, alright. Shit man, you don't have to be mean about it. Kia, that's really low," he continued to chuckle to himself, "That hurts a man's pride to even look at." he may have been able to take such blows to his pride if they were delivered by his brother, but from someone who looked like a European underwear model and towered over him, it was near to intolerable. He looked down at the car again, wondering why he was protesting. It was a beautiful machine and it called out to him, begged to be unleashed. Frederick may have thought of the car as a 'boy' but to him it was more like a naked woman, moaning out his name.
"I drive pretty well," he kept his eyes on the car, still fiddling with his piercing. "No, that's not true, I drive really fucking well. My mutation, I can't really explain it in any other way than to say I can do anything I see another person doing. Like, if I watch a Bruce Lee film I can turn around and fight like a master of Jeet Kune Do even though I've never studied any martial arts." he looked up at Frederick again, hoping he would understand what he was trying to explain. "I watch a lot of races and I can handle a car better than the Stig. So if you let me get behind the wheel of that car I'm gonna put 'him' through his paces."
Bryan folded his arms, "I won't crash him, but I will take him as close to two hundred as he will let me. So if you're fine with me possibly wasting your fortune by blowing past speed cameras, I will gladly drive."