"There are," she said with a grin. "Rock climbing, motorcycle riding. And yes, racing. That would definitely be a fun one." She tilted her head at him, eyes full of mischief. "Speaking of which, and I'm leaving it completely up to you, no pressure, we can always take a taxi. How do you feel about riding a motorcycle to the restaurant? My mate Alex said we could use it if you wanted to give it a go. I know how to drive it, and I promise I won't go too fast."
It really was up to him; she knew he was a pureblood who likely hadn't done much of any of those things. She didn't understand fear in quite the same way as half the world, at least, but that didn't mean she was going to scare the shite out of him on purpose. Or rahter, without permission.