Salazar unlocked the car and put his things behind his seat once more. "I've owned it for the past one hundred years with different aliases. I would let someone else play the role of me at times, but I have been its sole owner. It has three floors: the bookshop, inventory, and my apartment. And, cream or milk? Should I be worried that you are actually a werecat?" He joked with a wide grin on his face. His fangs now retracted since he was in public eye.<br/><br/>As before he drove the speed limit and followed all traffic laws, a little too well. "Tell me something about yourself Silo. Anything." Salazar knew that he himself was a mystery box within a mystery ten times over, he had the feeling Silo was along the same lines. Until he cracked those boxes open one by one.