Ghost Lion Crag passed the harley, dukie on the ducati

tegan paused. had he just heard her right? trying to keep his spirits high and his voice nonjudgmental, but like, lmao, he asked "are you fast?" since that seemed like the obvious question to ask here. he kept his comment about her being slow to himself-- mentally slow, that is, in case you didn't catch the joke. 

"but yeah, totally, i'm a scout-- i can get you anywhere you like," he said, and then swept past her, purposefully, brushing his shoulder up against hers. that shit was saucy, mhm. at least, tegan had always believed it to be so. "but we'll start with outta here," he added with a smirk, turning and eyeing her playfully.