Don't look at him like that, wow. Jasper sticks his tongue out at him as he turns the key and shifts it into gear. It isn't a bike, it's not what he is used to racing, but it is still sleek and black and much faster than most of the things on the road at this time, so there is still a small thrill there.

"You sure? You gonna let me dye the grey hair you get pink? Ooh, or maybe blue, that would look good on you too."