Dorian was surprised when the rich boy just ran up and dragged him to the garage. He just glared at the boy but stopped when he saw the car. "A '67 camaro?" He asked the rich kid looking at the car then to him. "You want to fix that, dress like that?" It was more mocking him then a questioning.

Shaking his head, he went to the car and popped the hood. It was missing a lot of key parts. He laughed at the kid, "You shoot for a challenge way out of your league don't you." He removed a piece of the engine and tossed it to the boy. "First of all you don't need that. I'm guessing your father gave you this car as practice because that part will just stall the engine." He told him plainly. He walked around the car looking at it's frame before getting on the floor, he was peeking under the car. "You have a hole in the gas tank." He came out from under the car and sat up. He looked at the rich boy. "You'll have less trouble ordering completely brand new parts to the skeletal frame underneath." He told him plainly. "If you have a wielder, we could fix some of the parts. Maybe the junkyard I work at has some parts that we could rig to fit it." He scratched his head in thought.