His face doesn't betray him — years of service as guardian have given him enough training in that department —, the hint of amusement travelling in his voice though. "You're not driving, .."

"Okay,-" He arches a brow, eyes resting upon her visage. "- You're driving and Christian and Lissa walk on the road. What do you hit?"

His chest vibrates as a low chuckle rumbles through his chest. Of course. She would throw herself in front of Vasilisa to protect her body and heart. "Still no -" Honestly, he would. But driving calms his nerves. "Maybe later."

He . . . might already have.

Well, he remembered her talking to Vasilisa about it and when they were out -- He just had to.

She doesn't need to admit — it is clear right in front of him, the spark in her eyes. And it lures a simper out of him. He . . . would do it again, really. Rose deserves to live her life the way it is supposed to be before she jumps into the world.

Despite the ghost of a simper, he bobs his head in an understanding nod before sliding onto the driver's side. "He makes her happy in a different way." 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘙𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘺. "We've got a long way. Might as well rest while you can, 𝙍𝙤𝙯𝙖."

[ Rose Hathaway ] — flakes of snow falling from the sky.