"That's not the point," Astrid countered, not willing to let it go, and she sighed, looking at him. "Look. I'm sure you know how to drive the bike, but..." She shook her head. "Don't do it, okay? It's not... not responsible, and it's not healthy and it's just asking for something to go wrong. I would rather not have someone find us dead in a ditch somewhere." Astrid sighed, shrugging. "Or... me dead in a ditch and you with a few bumps and bruises, being a charmed half-angel man. I don't know."