"Yeah. It's a favorite past time of mine." There was nothing better than being under the hood of a car. Down there everything seemed to just fade off into nothing and he always knew that no matter the difficulties, that he would eventually be able to fix the problem. In a world where his father liked to have most of the control, cars offered Max a piece of his own. "Bikes huh? Not much of a fan myself, but I can appreciate restoring a classic regardless."
Max gave a nod of his head. "I personally don't spend much time in bars unless it's for the music, but I know the type you're talking about." Guys like that and the women who flocked to them were the exact reason he very rarely stepped foot inside of a club. First of all, he didn't dance. Period. And secondly, it was like some grotesque mating season free-for-all. Didn't people believe in substance anymore? It was pretty ridiculous. "Well as long as there are others to distract the crazies then I think I'll be okay."
One of his favorite parts about being able to fly, was the ability to fall. There was nothing better than to just let go and free fall knowing that he had the power to stop himself before smashing into a puddle on the ground. It was quite liberating actually. "As long as it gave you a little rise," he smirked. If he had been set out to scare her, he would have just dropped her but he didn't think she would appreciate that very much.
Angling his body once more, he skimmed the surface of the fog as he headed inland again. "How are you enjoying your first flight with a demon so far?"