He nods, keeping his eyes on the road. As he pulls up to the house, he flicks a finger and the door judders slightly, unlocking and swinging slightly ajar. He helps her out of the car, locking it with another flick, then pulls her arm over his shoulders and "helps" her inside. He's no longer overly hot, but remains perhaps slightly too warm to be normal.

Once they're in, he lets go of her arm and heads for the nearest sofa, lying full-length along it with his hands behind his head.