By this time, Castle was already comfortable in the passenger seat. He wasn't about to risk catching a punch to the face. And he was going to have to try and charm that camera away from the woman which nerves he continuously got on. It was a gift, more or less.
"You need to relax. It's just a picture. What could possibly go wrong by putting a picture of the two of us hugging, platonically mind you, up on MySpace? You afraid someone else might find out that you're a huge Richard Castle fan and that you're finally getting to live a dream working with who the New York Times called the Sultan of Suspense?"