Ghost Lion Crag passed the harley, dukie on the ducati

tegan shook his head. "are you kidding? i always got time for a pretty girl," he said with that broad grin still wiped across that dumbass, smugass face of his. i bet he looked stupid too-- what with that fuckin scar on his lip? from fuckin biting his lip. stupid. but hey, if speedy thought the guy was hot-- i'm not gonna tell her otherwise. good for tegan. 

"not interested in settling down?" he asked, not that redhawks had enough space for him to offer her a space anyway. he took a moment to test the air, nose twitching as they approached a fork, and lead her down the left side. "we're almost outta here," he added-- they hadn't been too far in, it was just all those darned passageways.