He frowns at her, and motions for her to get in with a sharp, annoyed jerk of his head.

"If you knew the kinds of things that run about at this time of night, you'd already be in the car." He gives up on gentlemanly after a few moments, and rounds the car to climb in the passenger's seat. He's already fiddling with the bottle of midori, trying to get it open.

"And she's a pop singer, by the way. Kelly Clarkson. I haven't fucked her." He fiddled with it a bit more. "Yet."