"You don't need pink to look humiliating," Terry noted. "And I don't know what food you're talking about, but what you eat doesn't have much to do with riding a motorcycle." After a few moments of silence, Terry became curious. "What's the matter? No more bad comments about my bike, or motorcycles in general?" He paused. "You're either so scare you've lost your ability to speak, or you might actually have no bad comments and...wait, no, that's not possible. You might possibly enjoy this, even a bit? Am I dreaming?"