Carlos’ smile dropped. “You warning me because you’re planning on stealing my passport and my kidney?” he asked, scarily deadpan.
“Somethin’ like that.” He snorted, rolling his eyes, though a little smirk tugged at his lips. “You tellin’ me you’re not concerned I might do something? Not sayin’ you should be, but I’m a little surprised, I guess.”
Carlos smiled at him again. “Well, I have a specially enchanted lock on my suitcase, and my wallet was crafted by an old Native American witch with an enchantment that allows it to bite the hand of anybody who is not its owner,” he started to explain. “Granted, it was a bit of a bitch to get that thing used to me, but once it was it works like a charm.” He looked out the windshield ahead of them. “But… all in all… I don’t think you’re a bad guy. I guess I sorta find you trustworthy. Maybe because Ham looked like a sweetheart, despite my allergy to him.”
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