[There's an annoyed noise in the back of his throat, and his gaze narrows just slightly at the road ahead.]

You're the one who suddenly started asking about your appearance. Please try to not redirect your vanity's flaws onto me...

[But this is getting bad. He's still driving, meaning his attention can't really drift from the road unless he wants to risk being a bad driver. He's never been in an accident once in his life; Chikusa doesn't plan on starting now while he has a demon in the car.]

A... car we might have passed, then.