Eric watches his face, half turned away as it is. Listens to the way he draws breath, the soft slap of his hand against the leather - and then he cuts him off, leaning in a little.

"Relax," he says, drawing the word out, letting it end on an almost breathy note. "You'll ruin your new ride."

One of his eyebrows move up. Just a little. Almost like a physical "You with me?"