The little spoiled man was terrified and he wanted to laugh in his face. He was still giving it a try. He raised a hand as the other gripped the door harder. "W-wait. I can prove it! Please... calm down. Stop screaming.. and let me talk to you.."

He tried to look unassuming, but he was also worried any moment the idiot driver would notice the ruckus and stop to pull him away. Francis wracked his brain for something a rich person would do. He took a deep breath and steadied himself. "I know.. I'm filthy and I've had my expensive clothes taken. If you don't help me.. I will eventually find someone who will.. and you will look like a fool..' He warned. "They will parade all the honor and good stuff I gave them. While you eventually end up on the street..."