Terrence locked the door behind him, with both his key and his wand, and then set off in the direction of the club he'd found, which was not very far from his flat. Almost as if he'd done it on purpose, but he hadn't. Funny how things seemed to work out to his advantage without him having to plan them. Then again, he'd chosen the neighborhood, so it wasn't much of a surprise.
"Haven't decided," he answered Z, "Motorcycles have a lot of advantages, but so would something that has a trunk. Never know when I might need to carry a large load."
For that reason, he was leaning towards a car. That, and it would be tough to get even a paralyzed, disabled target onto the back of a motorcycle and making him stay there. Not that he would necessarily need to put the person in the trunk, but the extra seats in a car would come in useful, too. There were disadvantages to cars, though, including less mobility and more likely to be noticed. He'd just have to find the right one.
"How's everything at the castle?" he asked conversationally, as they headed down the sidewalk. "Catch me up."