Oh. With Jesper's words still sizzling in his ear, which already misses the heat of his lips, Wilhelm has to stamp out his imagination quick before they hurtle right off the road. Though he wouldnt admit it out loud, Jesper's right. He couldn't handle it.

"There's a name for it, you know. Road head," he shares with a furitive smile, a swipe through his wind-tousled hair. He thinks Jesper, a scholar in all things raunchy, would like to know.

By now, they've left his domain behind. The road Jesper extends before the car's wheels cuts through other people's landscapes. There are only so many miles to cover in the liminal space of the Horizon, but it's easy enough to pretend that they can go anywhere they want. This place is limitless.

"Really? Have I influenced you to do any good?"

Half joking, half probing.