[Anticipation prickles up and down his spine, and he blushes, and almost stumbles, sending her an amused -- and steamy -- glance.]

I shan't manage to drive, if you continue, my dear.

Tease, if you wish... but do make sure I can get us to the hotel safely.

[He opens the door of the convertible for her. The roof is up -- it's still chilly. But heaven forfend he take her in less than his finest chariot.]