"Better a squirrel than a rat." Don't ask him how he knows what a rat's blood tastes like. He's gone through some lean times in his life. "Any way you look at it, you probably got a bad case of fleas right now."

He pats the seat of the motorcycle behind him. "Want me t'drop you off anywhere? I guarantee I'll be faster than hoofing it." He drives like a maniac thanks to his higher reflexes, but he has yet to get into a car accident in all the time he's been in the city.