Remington laughed, "Then its a good thing we're out now, isn't it?" He loved the cold, because it meant he didn't feel as hot and sticky doing his rounds on the track. Having perfect balance, and being large probably had something to do with his love for snow, though.
"I didn't insult you..." he chose not to continue, lest he say something else insulting. Evidently, Sam wasn't as angry as she was trying to have him believe, and he grinned as he strode up to her, "Let's go then. I'm starving."
His own bike was in the parking lot a few meters away, and he grinned a little mischievously, "I'll race you to the milk bar!!" Darting towards his bike, he swung a leg over it and zoomed out onto the road before Sam could say otherwise.