"Don't leave the rails, or it will end badly for both of you"

Half an hour later, the car stopped outside an inconspicuous hotel.

Peering out, Emily asked, "We're going this far for breakfast?" 

"Mhm." Murray slapped her bottom. "Get out."

She was exasperated with him.

Entering the hotel hand in hand, she shook his off. "Aren't you afraid of being seen?"

"Members only. No random riffraff. No need to worry." Murray slipped his arm around Emily's neck. Unable to break free, she was dragged into the elevator.

After eating in the room, Murray insisted on bathing together.

"Mr. Gibson, shouldn't you pace yourself? I'm afraid you'll be drained lifeless." 

"I never realized you were this kind of person; all you think about is sex. Simply frightening." Murray hugged himself in mock fear as if Emily was some perverted woman.

Emily couldn't help but laugh at his reversal of roles. "Fine, if you dare touch me today, you're a dog."

"Less nonsense, get in here."