About as fair as me doing the same shit to you, right over the hood of my car.

[His squad car? His beat up family ride? The car they share here? A sports car? Anything goes in this rock and roll fantasy. Freddy purses his lips for another, then another.]

What a fucking gentleman you are.

[The kid pokes him in the chest, a reaction to those hands rubbing up his back.] I want a massage.