[Chris gives a warm chuckle and arches back into the feeling of teeth grazing along his skin. His hand finds one of Wolfe's and gives it a small squeeze.]

Trouble. Hold on tighter, nothing less sexy than you splattered on the concrete.

[Not that he doesn't cast Death Ward on Hawke with that little tap to hi hand, but still. He only has about three seconds to hold on better before the bike begins to roll forward. After another moment, Chris kicks them forward into traffic with a little too much speed.

He gets them to their hotel far too quickly and with only one dubiously colored light, the bike settling peacefully into a parking spot before Chris moves to dismount.]

There's a couple nicer rooms here, there's even one with a waterbed if you want to try something new.