"You don't have to. My mind can be my own worst enemy at times." She smirked and let him make of that what he will.
She waited for him to get the door for her. She knew his kind of manners all but demanded it so she allowed it. She did reach out to take his hand as she stepped out of the car, one long leg leading the way.
"I keep waiting for the paparazzi to jump out of the bushes at us."