[In the interest of not getting into a twenty minute tirade about horses, he just shakes his head, nose scrunched up in obvious dislike.

Horses are bad.]

They've got 'em in the back. I think they tuck them away in these cars 'cause they're expecting you to fuck in the backseat. [He flashes a cheeky grin at the ridiculousness of that, before turning the engine on and pulling the car back onto the road.

Slowly, because he doesn't want to rattle Cullen too much.] Who was driving anyway, that you had an accident?