They finally arrived at Luthier's house after a long, exhausting ride filled with screams from Vincent.
Valerio parked the car and turned it off.
He turned his head to look at Valerio, who was sweating profusely with dread in his eyes. "Jesus, get a hold of yourself. You look crazy!" He glared, and Vincent's right eye twitched furiously.
"You! You dare to tell me to get a hold of myself! You nearly killed me out there, and you have the insolence to tell me this! I could have fucking died, Valerio!" Vincent yelled in pure anger.
"Vincent, let me ask you a question. Are you seeing the grim reaper?" Valerio asked.
"What? No!" Vincent frowned.
"Are you dead?" He inquired further.
"No!" Vincent shook his head.
"Then, what is your problem?" He questioned.
"Valerio, are you playing with me?" Vincent scowled, but no longer bothering to waste his time with him, Valerio stepped down from the car.
