Five years was far from enough time to make her immune to that smile - truly, it had probably made it worse. There was a weakness in her knees that had nothing to do with her physical shape, and she shivered in anticipation. Dammit, even though she knew what he was doing, and knew what he was, it still didn't make a bit of difference, and she gave him a mockingly-annoyed frown and clicked her tongue at him.
"Thomas!" she cried out when he lifted her, hiding her hands in the fabric of her long-sleeve shirt as she wrapped her arms around him to hold on. "I could have made it."
She was honestly grateful, though, for while she would have made it, the distance would have exhausted her, and this was much easier to bear.
Looking at the car as he sat her down, she stroked it with her hand, almost carressingly. "Nice car," she cooed. Of course, the Raiths had plenty like it, but being Thomas's, this one was far less scary. She raised an eyebrow at him, but then burst out laughing at his words. "Well, good. Because otherwise you would have had to push it. With me in it."