You're sarcastic.

"Mind your own business and drive the cab," you snap, not in the mood for a lecture from a religious nut after the shitty day you've had.

"Speak not in arrogance Harlot! Beware the wrath of the Lord!" he intones, his voice rising in anger.

"Knock it off! I'm not in the mood! Drive the cab or I'll complain to your company!"

"As you wish! You shall have it so!" he replies, his stony eyes regarding you from the mirror. You shake your head in irritation, your sensual mood interrupted by his bullshit. You push him out of your mind trying to recapture the memories that were enticing you until he broke your train of thought.

You let your mind drift, then suddenly come back to full awareness as the cab slows and turns, then comes to a stop. You look out into the darkness, wondering what's going on as the cabbie gets out of the car.

"Hey, what the hell? Where are we?" you protest. You're about to reach for the door handle when the cabbie jerks it open and looks at you with a face full of fanatical righteousness.

"You have violated the Holy Covenant, Strumpet! Prepare to feel the wrath of the True Lord!" he growls as he reaches two strong hands in to grab you.