"Oh... how disappointing..." she said, pouting exaggeratedly, something that might scare any lesser man "Hmm... warehouse though... guess that means you'll be taking me there now, right?  Without trying to trick me or anything like that of course, because you're a<em>good</em>boy who likes his internal organs where they are, right?  You'll take me to this warehouse, calmly and quietly, because if you try and call out to someone, or run, I'll be able to gun you down - and get away with it - before you get anywhere, got it?  Yip yip now, shall we get a move on?"