Upon getting home, Mary stuffs the poor frightened man into her house and locking the front door. With a feline grin, Mary asks, "Now, just make yourself at home, Mr...", Mary waves her hand to encourage a name.
"Umm...Brett, I'm Brett." The man looks around in fear, not sure what was going on.
"Well, Brett, why don't you have a seat and I'll make us something to drink?" Mary pushes Brett forcefully toward her sofa and gently, but firmly presses him down.
After making sure Brett wasn't going to budge from the sofa, Mary giggles and bounces over to the kitchen to fix them both something to drink.
Mary, having ideas of fun things to do, pulls the box of vials out and looks through them. She wants to put something into his drink, have some fun with him, and let him have some fun himself.