After a quick sweeping motion to get rid of the glass on the seat, the door on the driver's side banged as Natsu's gloved hand closed it shut, and preceded by the sound of the keys turning, the engine started up. It roared like a wild beast, yearning to be set free of its metal cage and roam the white wilderness, and twisted the wheels in the snow, pushing the entirety of the car, together with its two passengers, forth. Its fiery breath, in the form of automatized heating, soon brought the air in the interior to a more acceptable temperature, hot enough for Natsu to unbutton his heavy black coat and reveal the shirt and a black vest underneath. His eyes flashed across the controls, and satisfied with the glowing numbers, he sped the car up.<br/><br/>It was sure one beast of an engine - during a few seconds, it sped up far above a hundred kilometers in an hour. The wind, blowing through the broken window, would become nigh-unbearable if he was truly what he'd pretend to be, but to the material of<span style="font-style: italic">this</span>body, a shell to encase his true form, a bit of cold air was mostly harmless, and so were the few snowflakes that whirled through the broken window inside, and landed on his side, getting caught in his long hair and on the surface of his coat.<br/><br/>For a man with such a calm and classy demeanor, Natsu was sure a daredevil on the road...<br/><br/>However, Dimitri's words piqued his curiosity. So he's met with spirits before? That was... Interesting to say the least. Now, he was nigh certain that he wasn't an ordinary human. As such... He could not trust him. There were many other inhuman beings except for Spirit-hunters and dark spirits that could be found on Earth, and he was not overly fond of a rather great number of them. However, his judgement must have been wrong if he'd take one like that into his car. No, this Dimitri was something different.<br/><br/>"You have met with dark spirits and their likes before." It was a statement, not a question. A statement as plain as it gets, even more so that it was told by Natsu's cold voice. "Have you, perhaps, come in contact with a Sprit-hunter as well?" That would make things far easier for both of them. Natsu would not have to explain anything, and Dimitri wouldn't have to listen to those explanations again.<br/><br/>He stomped down onto the brakes to get his car through a turn, followed by an acceleration just as abrupt as the slow-down, and a large gust of wind blew a load of snow straight onto the side of his head.<br/><br/>He will definitely need a new car as soon as he gets to the nearest town.