Once he was over his awe that his car was there. For him. And not the other him. Dean turned his warmest smile on Katherine. "I'd say right now. But I have to ask, do you wanna ride in or on?" Of course he was talking about either the car, or him. He might have felt a little cocky.
Her please, while sweet as it was, only made that cocky grin grow. He held his hand out to her, inviting her into the back seat. It was a little chilly inside, but he could be a gentleman, and let her borrow his leather jacket if she needed it. "And as hot as it is, you don't have to say please for either." Oh he wanted to hear her beg, of course, but only while she was writhing underneath him.