You quickly suggest an idea.

"Wait! Please. Listen to me!" You cry.

He gives you a look of annoyance that tells you that you don't have much time.

"Not here. Please, we can do this elsewhere. I-I know where this is going and I guess you feel I owe you something, and I can't tell you what that'll be, but I know that if we do anything further, we should do it in privacy."

You ramble on not quite sure what you're saying, not intending to lead him on to something.

"There are cornfields all around us, baby," he says, stroking his hand across your leg (and you shiver), "It doesn't get more private."

"I mean...a place with a bed...something comfortable...for a girl..."

Then he smiles at you, something very wicked. "Say no more, darling, I completely understand."

He takes the wheel and starts to drive. And you feel relieved, sort of.