You forgot the part where any attempt to fiddle with that car's mechanics means she reeks of sulphur for a full day. [He. Hates. The demon-car. So much. Especially because most of the day is going to be spent as a wolf and that means his nose is going to be offended to the heavens.]

I'll finish the dishes then I'll go.

[But the next bit of commentary? That just earns a sour face.]

Don't joke.

[Too raw, Treffy. Too raw.]