Now that just stuck where it hurt. Dylan fumed. The moment he was settled into the passenger seat, he whirled around to glare at the other man. "Well 'scuse me for being normal! And me, cookie cutter? I beg to differ. Come on, you don't even know me! All you've seen is the worst, and that's pretty damn hard to judge someone on, sine we're all pretty cookie cutter when we're angry, pissed off, and scared. " He leaned back against the seat. "The name's Dylan, in case you bloody well care."