That's how you know you've got a good friend.

[ Which, of course, leads into a little inside joke of his own to Geralt's question. He pats the handlebars once again and leans back on the seat. ]

Sure is. Also something of a gift from a friend.

[ If "gift" counts as surprisingly convenient transforming weaponry spawned from freeing said demon friend from being mind-controlled into another demon version of themselves by the deranged full demonsona of your supposed-to-be-dead brother bent on being the king of hell and causing problems as usual.

Just another day that ends in Y, really. ]

Your place isn't too far from here, is it? What do you say to some friendly competition?