Sam brought the car to a standstill with a jerk, probably very bad for the tyres.
“Did you say ‘yes’?”
“Yes!”
“Darling!” said Sam, leaning towards her. “Oh, curse this helmet!”
“Why?”
“Well, I rather wanted to kiss you and it hampers me.”
“Let me try and get it off. Bend down!”
“Ouch!” said Sam.
“It’s coming. There! How helpless men are!”
“We need a woman’s tender care,” said Sam depositing the helmet on the floor of the car and rubbing his smarting ears. “Billie!”