Uriel allowed himself to be gently pulled from his chair by the horseman. Oddly enough, even the kiss on his hand didn't feel unpleasant. Rather it seemed like just the natural thing to do. But of course Pestilence would kiss his hand; what else could he do?

He thought about the question for a while, then shrugged. "I've never travelled on either a car or a bike, so I have no preference about that. You decide; after all, you're going to be the one driving whatever vehicle you pick." He smiled at the horseman. Suddenly he didn't even feel as weak as he had before.