Ah, fuck. She had to go and be nice and quiet and respectable, didn't she? All the things that hit his buttons. It would be so much easier to dump her out once they reached Deerstalk if she were loud and obnoxious, or offered to "repay" him for the ride. Not that he'd turn down the offer, but he'd lose respect for her.

"You're welcome," he muttered gruffly, shifting his hands and gripping the steering wheel. It was quiet for a few minutes, which he liked, but again, curiosity got the better of him. "So, where are you heading? I assume you've got a destination in mind." Course, you know what they say about when you assume, but he was used to being an ass.