There's a stunned silence as Grey plucks Midnight up out of the truck, and then the artist glances back, squinting at the truck steering wheel. "... Hot as that is, I dunno that I'm that small to make that work, babe," he muses, giving the matter far more consideration than it probably deserves.

Then he brightens and glances up at Grey's face, point out, "But you could fuck me across the seats?"

Isn't he such a helpful bird?