Azrael didn't feel right about the lazy use of essence. He had a paranoia rumble within him recently that the more he used his powers openly, the more chance he had of catching the wrong attention from Heaven. What if they saw how many Angels walked with humans? What if they saw Catiel's relationship? What if the Archangel of Judgement came to do what he did before? Those has been some of the most difficult passings Azrael had assisted with.
Telling himself he needed to relax, he shrugged it off. They were safe, Yves was fine. He knew he was being too touchy so he kept quiet about it.
"C'mon, with me" he gestured for the older Angel to follow him. Downstairs he went and out through a door in the kitchen to the garage. There, an old looking motorbike sat. It clearly had a lot of love and attention paid to it. Some parts had been replaced while others had been restored to the best of his ability. It wasn't perfect but it was his.
"See, I figured we could just appear that. Could fly there. Bunch of ways we could get to our destination but I figured this way might be a bit more interesting" he said, running his hand over one of the handlebars. "But hey, if you'd rather not, just let me know and I'm sure we can get there faster" he added, looking to his friend for approval.