Bryan was suddenly filled with suspicions of being manipulated but he kept quiet, not willing to admit that he had been tricked if he had indeed been so. The fist bump was a bit of a surprise, one of those things that hadn't caught on in Indiana, but he only smiled and watched as the license plate flipped to reveal another. "Yeah, I think Mythbusters did that on one of their James Bond shows," he smirked. "That's rather fitting considering Ian Flemming wrote Bond driving Bentleys, not Aston Martins." Bryan had been a big 007 fan growing up, having seen the films several times and read all the books. He was clever, good with the ladies and always won in the end, a perfect role-model for a little boy struggling to pull attention away from his older brother.
Sliding into the driver's seat he deeply inhaled the smell of leather as his hands curled around the steering wheel. It was remarkable that his jeans weren't getting tighter, especially when he started up the engine and looked as if he were highly aroused due to the excitement of it. Getting behind the wheel was a rush he hadn't felt in so long he had almost forgotten how wonderful it was. He was so distracted that he hadn't heard Frederick at first, only realizing the man had said something when there was an odd silence. "Hmm? What?" he blinked and tried to drag himself back to reality.
"Oh, yeah, sure." his grin was massive. "If your pride can take being seen in the passenger seat, however briefly." he really was enjoying himself far too much.