He fastened his belt back onto his jeans and looked over at her, brows rising a little in amusement. Setting his shirt onto the table beside him, he took two short strides over to where she was sitting, leaned down, and stared directly into her face as he said, "If I'm lying, you won't be able to shit about it. Remember that." His expression had darkened when he had said that first sentence, carrying a very dangerous sort of air with it, but then he brightened and smirked. "Don't worry, sweetheart. I'm good for it. I'll go straight home and leave everyone along like the good boy that I am."
Then he reached forward and grabbed her by the face, wrenching her toward him roughly. He couldn't help but laugh as he leaned in even closer and inhaled. She smelled nice. Tilting his head forward, he pressed his mouth against hers and kissed her roughly. "Thanks for the ride," he whispered, parting the space between their faces. Then he turned away from her and picked up his shirt. Giving her a bit of a salute, he slid his feet back into his shoes and started for the door.