Her smile made him grin back. He reached down to his bike as he spoke, tapping a spot between the handlebars. "Sometimes, people take exception to the magic." As he spoke the bike simply folded up as if it were paper and then he was holding a long staff made of white oak, capped on both ends with bands of old iron, and writ with runes across the whole of it.

He led the way down the road. "I'm not a subtle wizard, but I'm also not quick to anger, at least." And he nodded. "And yeah, sometimes people can be very much assholes."