Dorian just raised his eyebrow. He confused him with that comment. He popped the trunk of his car, turned the engine off and got out. Once more he took the heaviest of the parts and left the light ones. He doubted that Chance could really handle all the weight from them, especially seeing that he didn't know anything about cars. Before he grabbed the last heavy part he grabbed the bottle of Dawn from the trunk. It was the best thing to remove grease from the things.

He looked at Chance waiting for him to show him the way to the garage and where he wanted to place the engine parts. "I have to give my grandmother her medicine in an hour, so can we hurry this up." He told the teenager. "She has MS, can only move one arm and her head." He explained to the rich boys. He wasn't why, he probably wouldn't even care but he told him anyways.