Trying to get the keys to his car while he is away

It was time to leave the treehouse, get into my car, and drive my guy to the airport. Luckily, I had sobered up. He was getting out of dopey mode.

"You can give me your keys and I will take care of your car while you are away," I said.
"That's okay," he said, sobering up himself.
"That's so mean. I made you happy and am driving you to the airport. I get rewarded without driving your car?" I teased.

I held his hand. He liked that better and squeezed mine.