" There are rules,” he interrupted, scowling. Before she could move, he had both her hands in his, their
faces inches apart. “Don’t put me off, Phillipa. I’ve given you my one warning; I am after you. If you wish
me to proceed your way, I will. To a point. But if you continue throwing up that damned—blasted—‘you
can’t do that’ protest and still look at me with that same…passion in your eyes, I will put you back in that
phaeton and not stop driving until we reach Gretna Green. Is that clear? "

― , The Care and Taming of a Rogue (Adventurers’ Club, #1)