"For now," she replied with a smirk. "Thanks for the info though, I will keep that in mind." Morgan could see him with a tiny kitten, and the image was beyond adorable. She would tuck that away for future use.
"Oh, it's completely ironic. Both of us are walking examples of futuristic. I think the term you're looking for is old souls," she replied as he pulled her in for a hug. She smiled when he said 'black' because that was exactly what she had been thinking as well. Moriarty had to be black, it was just fitting. It had to live up to its name, and that meant it needed to encompass the aesthetic of one of his storybook villains.
Her smile widened when he slid onto the bike, and she tucked her hair behind her ears before taking his hand and slipping onto the leather seat behind him. "I don't know what do you think? Does it feel right," Morgan asked- leaning forward to wrap her arms around his waist and rest her chin on his shoulder. It certainly felt right to Morgan, but that had little to do with the bike itself and everything to do with Markus.