Emmy smiled. For a second there, she did consider keeping it. “Wanna sit at the head, take her home?” She thought he might enjoy that, although truthfully it was more a matter of convenience. “It might even be easier. You’re taller, and you’ll have a lot more leg room.” He could of course decline, but did he know that? “That is, if you want to.”
“Hell yeah,” Aaron said, grinning wider than ever but for the first time with genuine enthusiasm. It’d been a long time since he’d ridden a motorcycle, too long. Without wasting any more time, the demon climbed aboard and patted the seat behind him.
"Don’t think you know what you’ve done," he joked, starting it up and thrilling. "These things make me crazy."