Whilst in the car, Grimoire Weiss insisted he should drive- (although he has no limbs, for a floating book) he used his magicks to create a pair of black hands as you both travel... Until you got stuck in traffic- that's when it unfolded... "BAH! GOOD HEAVENS! GO THE SPEED LIMIT! YOU INSUFFERABLE WRENCHES!" The book flaps its pages, seemingly steamed full of rage, one too powerful enough to match his own ego. "MOVE TO ANOTHER LANE!- so that IIIII- Grimoire Weiss! Can reach my destination!"