"Good," he said, in a low, husky whisper. He turned only for a second to tell the driver to go back to Pansy's, and then his lips were back on hers. He was quite sure that the driver was being entertained also, but he didn't really care. It was behavior that certainly would have gotten him in trouble with his mother years ago if she were to find out about such a display, but he was in no mood for his finer manners.
"This needs to be a really short ride. It makes me miss apparation." He gave her a very cocky, yet very suggestive grin and leaned back in the seat. "Are you happy about the house?" he asked although it was another question that was on the tip of his tongue.