He's taping his finger annoyed at the steering wheel as he keeps driving. He just had to get you before you could get arrested, of course. But you..keep babbling.

"Last night I dreamt I was a bottle of ketchup and you were mustered." You say and look out the window. His left eye twitches as he tries to stay calm.

"Which is weird because you're usually mayonnaise in my dreams! Why do you suppose that is?" You keep going as he pinches the bridge of his nose.