"...ride?" The girl turned around, with a look on disbelief in her eyes. "YOU want to ride them?! Doll, come speak to me when you'll get some common sense, you'd probably not only kill yourself, but also damage the bike if you'd try to ride it, and suddenly get another of those interesting ideas of yours, like for example starting a sight-race with one of the more violent gangs from the city. No way I'm going to let you mount one of my babies till you learn to THINK.""...but I guess..." She was silent for a moment, just extending the hand to give him back one of the keys she won't be needing for a while "...I could teach you how to handle them. If you'll be useful. In case you'll find an idiot who'll let you mount his, so you won't damage the poor thing."
"And if someone did that." Sin closed the flap with a loud 'bang' "I would catch the b*****d, tie him down, and castrate him. Very slowly. With a rusty knife. A rusty butter-knife." She sent the boy a mean look, but slowly, her eyes softened slightly. She turned her head back to the motorbike, and continued her work. "Unless..." she paused "...the b*****d would be polite enought to tell me what he did, apologize, take a clean rag, and CAREFULLY clean all the stains and fingerprints that he could've made."
