Quite the opposite. That sort of faux-subtle intimidation made me want to keep the lady out well past the appointed return time. Not doing anything scandalous, just sitting and letting the clock tick down and imagining dear old dad having an aneurism.
In retrospect I was kind of a jerk.
My prom date’s dad just gave me a baleful stare, that shook me to my core! She wanted to go to a motel,,,, I wanted to live! Short romance!