"Awh, you would say no to this lovely ditzy blonde? I thought I wooed you pretty good, if I do say so myself. My doe eyes are legendary." Harlow teased, pulling up to a red light and stopping. She looked over at him. "Thanks for being cooperative." She quipped, really just summing up how much she would have to fix him. Miraculously, he didn't look too injured, seeing as he had rolled his truck half a dozen times. The light turned green and she continued driving; going to headquarters would reveal her mistake, so she figured she would take him to her house for 'interrogation'. And by interrogation, she would fix her mistake and make it look like she hadn't tried to kill him before her boss found out.

"It wouldn't be my choice if it makes you feel any better. I'm just a good boy." He smiled innocently from behind the cover over his eyes. He aimed his head forward toward the road. He attempted to roll his shoulder back. He couldn't. Well that was promising. "Well you do appear to regret something so I think you need all the help you can get to save your job. Just cuz you're carrying out someone else's plans doesn't mean you really do want me dead." He said calmly. Readjusting his seat, his back hurt a bit but it was far less than it could've been seeing as how he could've done worse.

"Y'know, I like good boys." Harlow joked, turning right and driving into the upper class suburbs. She blinked in surprise at his words, raising her eyebrows. "Who, me? No, honestly, I hate everyone and I would cut as many brakes as I could if it weren't against the rules of my employer." She said sarcastically, pulling up to a nice, modern looking two story house. She parked in the garage and shut the door behind her, lightly reaching over to untie his blindfold with one hand. She gently dropped it on her arm rest when it went slack, getting easily out of the car and walking to his side in case He needed help.

He narrowed his eyes and turned his head to her, if he could see her she would be getting such a stare. He rolled his head back to where it had been. "Then that totally explains all the looks I was getting after the wreck. All of them. Or maybe that was your ditzy blonde showing?" He teased. He tilted his head down as she untied it, the car had shut off so he assumed they were there. He looked around. "Is this the big bosses' house?" He opened the door. "Or is it yours?" He gasped in a girly way. "Do we get to have a sleepover? Oh your mother would not like that, a girl and boy, alone? We're gonna need a chaperone." He slipped out of the car, leaning on it as he shut the door.

"Oh, it was definitely the ditzy blonde." Harlow said sarcastically, giving him a light smile. "No, you're not that important. This is my humble home." She said, beginning to mirror his tone in a mocking way. "I know, isn't it so risque? A man who just got kidnapped after being in a catastrophic car accident and a gorgeous, mysterious woman, alone." She teased, dropping her voice to a dramatic whisper. "But that's why Momma doesn't need to know- and I have a cat, so he can count as a chaperone." She joked, starting to walk to the door that lead inside and lightly grabbing her keys, unlocking the door and looking over her shoulder to see if he could walk on his own.

"Oh good. I'd rather not meet the bossman." He looked around her garage, normal people stuff. He narrowed his eyes. "I wouldn't call it catastrophic, I mean. I'm still here." He teased, not arguing with the rest of it, he was in he house after all. It was fine til he was in her house. "Oh good, the cat." He rolled his eyes, hovering by the car. He felt like he had a minor concussion, he wasnt sure if it was getting better or not. But it was not. He stepped away from the car, getting very lightheaded. He winced, shutting his eyes and putting his hand on the still bleeding wound. Blood was dripping off of his chin. He blinked himself into the present and cautiously followed her into the house.

"No, you wouldn't." Harlow agreed, walking back to him to hover at his side in case he needed help. "I mean, your truck rolled at least five times, so I would say that's pretty catastrophic." Harlow quipped sarcastically, guiding him into a sleek, clean hallway. She shut the door behind him and gave him a worried glance at his pause and then led him over to a couch that matched the rest of the house. Generally a black-and-white theme. "Sit down." She gestured him to the couch lightly and walked off again. She dissapeared into a room down the hall and came back with a first aid kit.

"You sure it wasn't six..or seven," He rubbed a drop of blood off his chin. "Felt like seven." He followed her gesture and glanced around. "Nice house. Very greyscale." He sat down, looking around while she was gone, he couldn't smell the cat almost at all but he could see the fur. But it was nice in her house. He tried to move his shoulder, and really wasn't able to lift it up at all. He had a feeling it was dislocated. He looked up at her when he noticed her footsteps coming back.

"I'm sure you're dramatic." Harlow said teasingly. "And thanks, I guess." She shrugged, sitting lightly beside him on the couch and taking a damp cloth in her hands. Despite the fact she had tried to murder him essentially 15-30 minutes ago, she was extremely gentle as she wiped the blood from his face. The cut wasn't bad enough to need stitches, so she simply pressed the cloth against it so it would stop bleeding. "Would you like to take a shower?" She asked lightly, looking at his other shoulder, which was pretty obviously dislocated. Other than that, she cleaned up any other scratches or cuts she could find- surprisingly, there weren't many.

He looked away from her face as she sat down, he didn't wanna stare at her while she cleaned his face. He nearly reached up as she pressed on his forehead. He winced, clenching his jaw. "I showered this morning. Though it would be nice if I had a new shirt, white was not the best choice today." He glanced down at his shirt, a red stain on his chest.