"You just did! The sound of the engine, the curves." He says back with a laugh teasing with Kavinsky. "Obviously from a purely physical standpoint. And, at least for me, I'm not only into curves." No, he doesn't think cars are people. Cars are easy to figure out. People are far more complicated. As much as he might make jokes or comments about physical appearance, that's the least important thing.

"What does a dream road trip with the boys look like? Where would you go?" For as much as he travels he still has a huge bucket list of places to go. Including several road trips. A lot of his travel is work related and the time consumed with meetings. He needs to get back to traveling more for fun.

"Who the fuck knows what that means." He shakes his head. "Being grown up should be about finally getting to do the things you really love. Buy the shit you want. Wear what you want to wear. Finally figure out who the fuck you are." Hell, he was still working on that. From the time he first shifted at eleven his life was shaped by what everyone else told him he needed to be. Once he found a pack and moved to New York he finally started to feel like he could figure out who the hell he is.