Steve laughs a little and shakes his head. "No, they're sending a car. I wouldn't ask a lady to get dressed up nice and then ruin it all by taking a motorcycle," he promises her. He lowers his voice a little, brushes his thumb against her chin. He's missed her as much as it's humanly possible to miss a person and having her here is still a novelty he hasn't gotten used to.

"But we can always take that ride later, if you wanted?"