"Something like that, but a little more complicated and involving a lot less cops." Because he hates cops and he knows Ronan isn't exactly fond of them either. He speeds out of the Aglionby parking lot in a way that might have Ronan grabbing on to the sides of the car if he was anyone else but Ronan. Kavinsky has to keep reminding himself that this is a different Ronan though. Not yet molded and maybe still a little more pliable. Kavinsky wants to squeeze him in his fingers and help him take shape. So hey, this might not be such a bad thing at all.

He grins when Ronan takes a long sip of the drink and asks him what his name is . "It's good, right?" He knows it's good. He also loves introductions. "Kavinsky. Joseph Kavinsky. But you, sweetheart..." He pushes up his sunglasses for a moment to look Ronan up and down hungrily. "You can call me anything you want." His sunglasses drop back down again and he guns it. He wants to check out his fairgrounds.