That quiver in his reply was enough for Grell to know that he would do his best to uphold her request. She releases the fabric, straightening it out since she wrinkled it. "I'll save you a thousand times, Thatch, but not after your vehicle." Once she was satisfied with getting the fabric to as smooth as possible, Grell looked up to him a bit solemn. "It can be replaced, if need be."

But not him.