"Hm. Maybe you're just underestimating how much worse I could be." Barty did consider that a very valid possibility. He walked to his car and unlocked it, then held the door open for Sam to get into the passenger seat. Once he'd closed the door on Sam, he took a deep breath. What a mess.

He walked around the car and got into the driver's seat, turning on the music. He knew Sam liked some noise, just as he liked the television on at night.

He started driving, wetting his lips as he tried to think of something worth saying. "I draw a lot of lines. I follow my own rules. Many of them are influenced by you."