My horse, my rules

“Well, Ms. Conwood” he said, making fun of her by mimicking her upper-class way of saying things “When you are hitching a ride with me then we are playing by my rules, allright?”. Though he said it jokingly he was also partly being serious about it, since he liked to be the one in charge of things. He then removed his foot from the stirrup and held out a hand towards her, to make it easier for her to get up.