Harry bites back the urge to flirt outrageously at Eggsy's 'fuck me' because it really wouldn't be appropriate to fluster him like that. He just watches and lets himself be a bit smug that it's as good as he knows it is.

"All right. I was eleven, and it was my godfather's Rolls Royce Ghost, which I managed to get down to the end of the driveway and then into a ditch, because I could barely turn something that heavy with no power steering."