Bjørn shares about the box and why the vampires had been there and Tipson is quick to point out that there more boxes back in the creates. Raising an eyebrow, the hunter simply gives a small dip of his head and says, "The cleanup crew will handle those as well as the mess I left behind." In short order, the rest of the black boxes will be taken in, logged, tagged, and poured over until the puzzle of what the vampires were up to is solved. However, they will find that there will be one box missing. Bjørn will then have to explain that he promised it to someone, his word more important than any paper pushes anger. If it is of any really significance, then the hunter will ask Tipsy, politely, if he can borrow it. Maybe. Hopefully the kid can keep it and Bjørn will be left alone.

As the duo make the uneventful trip to Bjørn's car, the hunter makes sure to keep alert... just in case. Once there, the hunter opens the door for Tipson and then turns around to state his rules. Carefully, the hunter watches the kid's face, reading Tip's minute facial twitches. Most people cannot read the unspoken signs faces give away. However, the hunter knows these secrets. Even if the person is a skilled actor and is practiced at putting on masks, certain areas can twitch without there knowing. Bjørn has lived a lifetime and, one thing he had taught himself during that time, was how to read those tells. The way the muscles on Tipsy's right cheek twitch and jump speak of the uncertainty Tip feels about agreeing to the rules. The grin that the kid throws on to try and charm the hunter does not fool Bjørn but he plays along. Giving a firm nod, the man steps away as the door as Tipson slides into the passenger's seat.

Bjørn walks around to the driver's side door, casting a glace back toward where they had come from. The cleaning crew would be there soon and any trace of the vampires and their cargo would be gone within an hour. With that, Bjørn opens the door while unbuckling his scabbard and pulling it from his back. As he slides into the drives seat, the hunter places his trusty sword by his left leg and, when the door closes, the hilt is propped up for easy access. Putting the key into the ignition, Bjørn turns it over and the car rumbles to life. Tipson's roaming eyes do not go unnoticed by the hunter and, as he throws the car into gear, he rumbles out, "Meet your expectations?" His voice is dry as the hunter makes a poor attempt at humor.

The car is spotless, no trash or coins anywhere to be seen. It is immaculately clean, the dash sparkling under the street lights as they pass, the windows bare no smudges either. Bjørn prides himself on keeping things clean and in order, his townhouse is in the same state. There are no personal items in either, just functional things used for their primary purpose. Sure, the hunter has amassed a moderate fortune over his unnaturally long life but he does not buy flashy things. It's just... not him. Instead, Bjørn gives his money to those in need. Homeless people and animals have more of his money then he has ever spent on himself. Tipsy speaks of opening the box and Bjørn shakes his head with a grin. His voice rumbles out, as the hunter says, "Think of me as a holding space. As long as the box is my pocket nothing will happen to it. The moment I hand it to you, you can do whatever you want. Until then, it stays in the pocket."

When they finally make it back to the road, Bjørn points the car toward the outskirts of the city, opting for a smaller, quieter place for a doctor to inspect Tipsy. Once they are moving toward their destination, Bjørn says, "So, what story do you want to use?" This is another small test of the thief, the hunter already knows what he will say when they arrive. Bjørn just wants to know what Tipson usually does in these types of situations. Hopefully, it will give him another small glimpse into who and what Tipsy is.