She just smiles at the boy in the rearview mirror, a peculiar smile as if she knows something he doesn't. Liet takes the elastic band out of his hair and undoes the braid, and now Vincent's got more than a waterfall of frizz. He has the great lakes of hair in his lap. Liet joins in the de-frizzing session. "I'll probably have to find someplace to get it treated, my hair doesn't deal well with frizzes..."

Vincent just tilts his head a bit, noticing the smile. He doesn't understand it, but he doesn't question it either. He'll figure it out or he won't. One of the two. He bows his head a bit at Liet's words, feeling a bit bad about it. "Sorry." He didn't mean to do it to say the least, though he is trying to fix it a bit.

(He's going to become a vampiric pikachu. XD PICTURE IT!)

"Hey, don't worry about it. Remember those scars? I got them before I knew how to heal, and I had a good old friend, Marco, who electrocuted me. Came close to stopping my heart too. You should've seen the afro. I had to shave it all off and start again, it was horrible." He grins a little more broadly now, even laughing between his words.

Vincent still feels bad about it in general though. He frowns at Liet's words. "I don't know if I'd be able to joke about something like that..." Almost dying that is, if it wasn't for that...well...maybe he could. He just hugs him a bit. "You're insane." He says simply, smiling a bit.

"Maybe I am. I've come so close to death so many times, I think being insane is a little excusable." He laughs and presses a kiss onto Vincent's neck.

Vincent shakes his head a bit. "Nope, you should just avoid death a little bit more." He says simply. He kind of squeaks and shivers at the kiss before blushing. He wasn't expecting that one.

"Can't help it. I'm a doctor, Vincent, and death's an old friend of mine." He grins and kisses his neck more. That squeaking sound was too adorable, and either he wants to hear it again or he's up to something a little less innocent. Harold sighs and rolls his eyes.

"There's a difference between that and you almost getting killed." Vincent says before squeaking and shivering again at the kiss. "Wh-what are you doing?" It makes him feel a bit weird, though not bad.

"Yeah, and the thing not getting me killed is a little luck and a lot of magic." He smiles and plants one slightly more chaste kiss on Vincent's cheek. "You made a really funny sound, that squeaking. I'm trying to get you to do it again." He grins, but that grin says he's got ulterior motives.

"Yeah...well....what if the luck gives out then?" Vincent is just being stubborn. And he knows it. He blushes bright red with the kiss and his words. "It's not like I'm doing it on purpose." He says softly before seeing that grin. "Do you have any other reasons for it?" He asks.

"Talent and training take luck's place." He smiles, almost smug, and the smile changes to something like giggling, "Well of course, I'm trying to get in your pants. I'm not exactly celibate you know--and don't worry Harold, it won't happen in the car." Harold mumbles something, it sounds a lot like 'it'd better not', or maybe some sort of nasty word. It's hard to tell over the radio.

Vincent just shakes his head, thinking about how those two can fail a person as well. Though he does hope that it doesn't happen to Liethell. He makes this strange noise of his, turning a nice shade of red at Liet's words. He just made Vincent's brain malfunction a bit. "...but..." He doesn't even know what to say to that to tell the truth.

"Butts? Oh don't worry, I'll touch your butt when we're alone." He nods, "I promise to be gentle. A good butt is a treasure you know, you must treat it with the utmost care and respect." As he speaks about the value of butts, Trissie up front can be heard snickering and snorting. Vincent can get the general idea why--Liet's being absolutely ridiculous, and it's making Harold visibly agitated.

Vincent just bows his head, shaking his head as well. He's still a bright red, he can't make it go away...though he does realize the point of it and is smiling a bit. "Are you trying to drive him....insane or something?" He isn't sure whether Liet's trying to drive Harold insane or anger him or what.

"Noooo." He grins towards the end of the 'no'. He tries to look innocent, but he can't do it. He knows exactly what he's doing and he can't hide it very well. "I just, you know, appreciate a fine, A-grade booty such as your own, is all." And to prove his point, he reaches around and pinches the mentioned booty.

Vincent just looks over at him, smiling a bit and shaking his head. Liet is indeed failing at the looking innocent thing. Nice try though. He does his squeak thing again, kind of jumping,jerking a bit at the pinch. "A-grade booty is sensitive. That's why it's A-grade." It's not tough and nasty like other bootys.