Victor looked at him for a moment, then he smiled. "Sure." Why not? He got up, walked over and moved the glasses off the table. He didn't want rings on that. "Come on. You can pick a car."

That said he headed out the room and toward the stairs that led down to the garage. Of course he had multiple cars, his parents already had those and he did like sleek, fast and beautiful. He was a teenage billionaire, it was really to be expected. "I've jumped out of windows. Not so bad when you stick the landing."