Markelos felt the glare and ignored it. This was the stoic him. He slammed the car in reverse and ripped out of there. Leaving not even skid marks for which they could trace. Wouldn't matter if he did anyways. He would just make Key changed the tire treads too. Speaking of which. "Key we need new tires and new tire treads." he commands. ~Yes sir.~ A whirling sound and then a pop followed by more whirling sounds and they sailed off down the road. He ignored her slamming the door. "Key won't like you slamming her doors." He says simply. Frowning at her irritation. She was irritated? He could read just how much she hated being in his presence. She didn't want to be around him so why would he consider it anything but hate? He was a man not a fucking psychic. He thought what he thought based on the fact she seemed ready and willing to ditch him first attempt she got.<br/><br/>He looked at Key. "Auto drive Key. I'm getting yelled at apparently." He says in an emotionless voice. The car drives for him. He gives her his full attention. "I know what I haven't seen. I haven't seen any true interest to stick around." he points out. "I don't claim to know your emotions. I can tell how much you hate my knowing your identity. You hate being in my presence or so it seems. You hate me knowing what you look like when I have always had a vague idea." He says simply. Looking at her. "You would have tried and it would have been you who was put out of commission." he says without any emotion.<br/><br/>hinking to himself -It is what I am trained to do.- His firey side flared up at her words. "Same difference! You won't stick around when I have no intentions of turning you over! You helped break a case and will probably help break more before we get your fucking painting back! You don't wish to let me close yet you "claim" that you don't hate me." He says bluntly. Firey toned as he looks at her. "I don't care whether I know what you look like. Never thought you were a murderer. More the type to lock me away somewhere and leave me for the fucking popo to come and get. Leave me like garbage on the side of the street." He hisses.<br/><br/>Ignoring her. "I like you a lot Miss Alyssa but I don't like how you are more than willing to ditch me once we get you that stupid painting." He yells. His fist hitting the window earning a growl from Key. "Sorry Key." he mutters. Looking at her. "I want you around. If I didn't want you around I would have wiped your memory and gone after the damn painting by myself. I REALLY LIKE YOU! Is that hard for you to understand?!" he demanded. Running a hand through his hair. Forcing himself to calm down. He pulls her to him. "Look at me. If I wanted to be rid of you Alyssa. I know many ways to do so without even laying a hand on you. You don't know anything about me. You don't know that about the life I lead up until I was nineteen. That life was far, far worse than counterfeiting paintings and stealing the real deals." He says. Letting her go after a firey and passion filled kiss to her lips. Leaving it so it lingered on her lips.<br/><br/>He looks at her. "You will get rid of me because you will vanish and never look back." He shakes his head and grins a bit. "You know you may be right." He says simply. Ignoring her for a moment. Frowning a bit. "They all died." he says simply and bluntly. "It was my assignment. Well one of them." He says softly. Almost too softly to here. He looked at her. "Crooked cops do." he says simply. Combing out the strands of his hair before tossing the comb in back. He looked at her seriously. "I built Key. Of course I would have an AI vehicle. She has no flaws or issues. Except the occasional human qualities. Mostly because I built her so flawlessly that it created that flaw." He says.<br/><br/>He looks at her and pretends shock. "My weapons? Touche." He says. Shaking his head. "I can only let you guess and speculate. I can also only tell you to think outside of the box. I am also going to add if you guess and think of telling anyone I will have to swipe your memory. I don't want to do that. I care about you too much. I won't even shoot you if you get it right. Now if you were someone else Alyssa I would have to kill you for knowing such information. However, my superiors do not mind our little rendevues. You are talented and they like that. However, I have to only say...I am not a detective. That is indeed...just the cover up story." he drives towards the pier. "Key start flight simulation mode 777." He commands. ~Right away sir.~ The car begins to grow a bit. The doors melt outwards and begin to form airplane wings. By the time they are at the end of the pier he is driving them upwards. By the time they were off it they were flying in his car. "Thank you Key." he says. ~Anytime sir.~ He looks to Alyssa. "I love my car. Almost as much as I do you." he says with a mischievious wink.