He just smirked as he drove that car down the long stretch of road. Why had they come out at seven? Because it was going to take three hours to get there.
"Often enough. Don't worry, we'll be fine, no jail. Unless you screw up." He turned his head to smile at her and a wink followed, but then his eyes were back on the road.
They would be pulling into the small, private airport as he mentioned what they were taking and as she gasped, the Thief would laugh and put the car into neutral and throw on the parking break.
"Fucking way." He countered. "I have expensive tastes, ma Cherie. I know what I want and I take it." Looking over at her with another smile, he'd tilt his head just so. "Are you up for this?" Out her window sat a clearly expensive private jet, a man waiting just outside to pilot them.
Assuming she said yes, they would soon be aboard the jet, settled in the plush leather seats and ready to take off.