He returned the nod, falling into step with her with the ease born of a white man who knows no fear when it came to moving around at night; the ease born of a thing who was more comfortable with the dark than with the day. He let his hands slip into the pockets of his windbreaker, unaware that his skin held the glittery sheen of evidence regarding his whereabouts.
"Out for a midnight ride? Surprised you're not wearing leathers. Bike accidents can be nasty."