"Well, if you're not gentlemanly I won't call you on it. I'm used to it."
That smile reminded her of her partner. Nodding she stared straight ahead and tried to relax, be normal. That was easier said than done.
"Abigail Whistler. Most of the time it's just Whistler though."
She stiffened for a second, but not why he would thing. No, she was afraid he'd be able to feel the weapons concealed beneath her jacket. Quickly she tried to recover.
"You really are a gentleman if you think that's forward. My partner would of tried to cop a feel at least three times by now. But then again, he seems to like getting smacked."
With that she lifted her legs and the bike lurched forward, god she hoped he didn't feel anything.