"I don't want to own any part of it," Maeve answers, smirking up at Steve. "I just want to drive it on occasion. What happens if you break your leg or hit your head and I need to drive you to the hospital?"

She's being a bit of a smartass, but with Steve, both those things are extremely possible.

Hefting the bags, she heads for the elevator and nudges the button with her elbow, then turns back to look at Steve, almost thoughtful. "I guess we could mess around in the backseat a bit. We could probably even shag back there, too, if you got one spacious enough."