He joins Jesper at the car's side, watching with hands in pockets as he admires its sleek candy-red contours, glittering dashboard, and pristine leather seats — only two of them. It's a little bit like watching someone open a present you picked out for them. Not that he's letting Jesper keep this one. But he could conjure up his own, if he likes.

"Fast," Wilhelm answers, grinning wide. He still remembers the numbers Erik used to rattle off. "Like, 300 kilometers an hour fast. And technically, I wasn't old enough to drive back home, but..."

Slinging Jesper a conspiratorial look, he pulls the keys from his pocket and thumbs the button to unlock the doors. He slips into the driver's seat and gestures for Jesper to join him on the passenger side.

"There aren't any laws about it here."