" So that was a date,” he stated.
We were driving back to my house.
“Yes, it was,” I agreed, tone wry.
“Was it a good one?”
I bit my lip to keep from laughing. “You tell me,” I urged him.
“Depends. Do I get to fuck you soon?” He sounded surly.
I tensed. Just when I thought things were going so well that I was giddy with it, he had to open his big mouth.
“It seems likely,” I told him slowly. “Though the more you talk, the less likely it is.”
“Noted. Shutting my mouth until you’re ready to fuck. "

― R.K. Lilley , The Other Man