[Tony leans over the top of the car before reaching for the driver's side door, tipping his glasses down to meet her eye to eye.] Please.
[Then he opens the door, slides in behind the wheel and fires up the engine. That he's actually picked up on her discomfort is unlikely, but she'd never know it by the way he pokes at the button to retract the roof.] You don't mind a little air, do you? Good.
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[Then he opens the door, slides in behind the wheel and fires up the engine. That he's actually picked up on her discomfort is unlikely, but she'd never know it by the way he pokes at the button to retract the roof.] You don't mind a little air, do you? Good.
[And then they're off.]