Well, that certainly got his attention. Klaus feels the car come to a halt, rolling to a stop with a cloud of dust and a quiet lurch. The engine idles, a purr that vibrates in his bones, and he gives Rupert a coy smile.

"Preferably in a place with shade, or at night. There are some places called makeout points or lovers lanes- but just anywhere the cops aren't going to bust you for public indecency," Klaus laughs.
"Geez, if you're this excited about backseat bingo, wait until I tell you about road head."