Oliver came over and leaned on the door, poking his head through the open window. “Just up north,” he drawled, running his eyes over the driver’s body not-so-discreetly. Mmm, he was cute, this would be fun. He would especially enjoy cutting him open and seeing if his insides were just as pretty as the outside. “You headin’ that way?”<br/><br/>Of course the driver was heading that way, this road only went north.  He was just making small talk, stalling for time a bit as he looked over what was in the vehicle and how the driver held himself. It seemed mostly normal, except there was something under the man’s thigh, he could tell from how it was slightly raised over the other one. He didn’t think it was a gun, it was too small, but it was still slightly worrying. Buuut... he wanted this kill so bad. A little knife was nothing, he could handle it.