"You're a good driver, Bill?" Barty closed the boy's hand around his car keys, looking into his eyes. It was interesting, seeing them right now, seeing him right now, would make for a nice contrast later. A study of sorts. "Then I'll trust you. One scratch on my car and you'll never see daylight again."

He said it calmly, perhaps a little too calmly, but then he flashed a smile at the end. "Feel free to test out the sound though. Even the screen. Cinematic experience, they say." Whatever that was supposed to mean and why someone would want that in their car, he didn't know. "See you later, my friend."