He could settle himself on a motorcycle, but he doubted either of them would be content with that arrangement long term. It was very vulnerable on a motorcycle after all, and he would constantly be checking for observation and danger rather than looking at whatever sights they decided they were goings. He was, in his own way, perfectly content to be on guard, but he thought it would also grate on Steve who wanted to relax with him and they could lounge about and enjoy themselves on this once in a lifetime opportunity.

"California, hmm?" He looked out the window, examining the desert that stretched out before them and shook his head. "Let's see the ocean in Florida," he said instead. When had he ever seen the ocean just to enjoy it? When had he had an opportunity to pick Steve up and throw his friend into the ocean? "I hear it's nice this time of year, but it's not yet full of flocking tourists."