Uriel pressed his cheek against Pestilence's back as the horseman started the engine of the bike. The warmth of the other being seeped through his skin into his body, trying to chase away the almost corpse-like coldness of somebody who has never truly lived as a corporeal being. It was a most pleasant feeling, and Uriel tightened his hold on the horseman's waist a bit to bring himself even closer to that warmth.

They were driving through the peaceful scenery of a place well loved but he didn't notice, his eyes closed, blocking out any sight of his surroundings. Instead he concentrated on what he felt and heard, the wind whirling around them, the heat of Pestilence's body against him, the horseman's heartbeat under his ear. It was very pleasant indeed, in a way he wasn't sure he wholly understood.

So, he stopped thinking and just enjoyed.