Noir happened to piss you off on the drive home one night, resulting in you choosing to walk there, even in the chilly night air.

But he couldn't let you do that and he didn't care if it meant holding up traffic on a two lane street as he slowly drove beside you. You could hardly remember why you were mad as he tried to negotiate with you.

"C'mon, angel. You know I ain't meant squat by it," Noir called out to you from the driver's seat, "Be a doll and getcha pretty behind back in here, yeah?"