James was reluctant to get off the bike, but he did so. It made him miss his broomstick; it had been a while since he'd gotten to do anything even remotely like that. Taking risks like sneaking into the castle were one thing, he missed good, old fashioned fun.
Removing his own helmet, he grinned back at Kingsley. "You are clearly a man of good taste," he said, laughing. "But I don't have to take your word for it, right?"
He sent a text to Lily - meeting Kings, will be late, bringing pie - and slipped his mobile back into his pocket. Then he gave Kingsley a friendly clap on the shoulder and made to enter the restaurant.