One of Sol's eyebrows was still raised in amusement and anticipation of Legault's enthusiasm, when they reached the car, and then both of them went up. It was an attractive looking car, to be certain, paint gleaming, and the choice of where they would go seemed clear enough. The backseat, and even there they might be a little cramped, but they would avoid the hazard of hitting the horn, and there was enough room for them to do what they would.

"I'm in the mood," he growled, and then it was time for him to drag Legault's arm, to hope that the man had the keys in his other pocket because Sol was already imagining what they could do.