"Oh, got plenty'a self esteem. Just still got it in my head you outta my league, Lu." He winked at her before snogging her properly. "S'go t'en, chere. Got a great place you gun' like a lot. Dis place outta t'City by a way, jus' sout' of t'bayou. Not too far away from Guildhall, t'be honest. We call Guildhall in New Orleans, but it's actually in Michoud, jus' nort'-east. Still in t'same parish, t'ough." He led the way to the bike, sticking the basket back on the back of the bike, in the larger storage compartment, before straddling the bike, waiting for Lulu to get comfortable.
"You gun' like it. After all you tell me about Spira, pretty sure s'somet'in' like it." That said, he settled down, gunned the engine, and started off, as at ease with riding with her behind him as he was alone.
Frankly, the only problem he could possibly foresee is the fact that there probably would be trouble finding somewhere dry to have a decent dinner.