Cyril threw a leg over his motorcycle and waited for Lily to get settled in behind him. He turned the ignition and the engine roared to life. "You ever ridden before?" he called over his shoulder. He didn't wait for a response, hitting the throttle almost instantly, and the two of them darted off into the night. Cyril grinned. He could feel Lily's nails digging into his ribs as she scrabbled to get her arms around him. Just as she was losing her grip he squeezed the brake sharply, causing her body to rock forward against his back. He felt her hands lock together in front of him and he took the next few turns a little more slowly than he might have if he were alone but her grip didn't relax a bit.