"Doing?" Frederick replied, without missing a beat. He allowed Bryan to push him away with very little resistance other than the inertia of his body weight. "Last time I looked, you were having fun," he deadpanned calmly. "Come on, man. Don't overthink it. You have a dick. Your dick likes to be touched. I was happy to touch it. So, what's the problem?" he said with a friendly, patient smile. He then licked his lips, as if tasting Bryan there.
"The kiss wasn't bad either, 'though it could stand to be a little less Resident Evil," he teased with a soft snort. If there was something Scion was good at, it was keeping his cool in sexual situations. After all, this had been his job.
From the passenger's seat, Frederick tentatively reached out his left hand to touch Bryan's thigh again, if allowed. His right hand started roaming his own chest as he sighed. "Dude, you got me all excited here. That's not buddies," he informed him with what might have been the suggestion of a pout. Yes, he could be a manipulative bastard sometimes. "Be nice," he begged, purely for effect. He wasn't that bad a liar. Or at least he'd never have too much trouble with those who in fact wanted to be convinced or talked into things they wouldn't usually do.