The image of a boy witch riding cleaning implements has inspired his imagination and he will no doubt be drawing that later. But Will archives his curiosity another time. Perhaps one day Cassian will be able to share an explanation of such mechanics. How frustrating it must be to be denied knowledge of something. For now he moves on to the question asked of him.
"Of course. I have a bike--- you've probably seen one here. It's the thing with two wheels and a metal frame with handlebars. Not as fast or easy as a car but it gets you where you need to go." A minute frown creases his lips. "I used to go everywhere on my bike but after... stuff... my mom wouldn't let me anymore." He wonders if he can procure a bike in Ravenmoore. It isn't necessary with public transport so readily available but he misses the liberation of flying down streets with his lungs pleasantly aflame.