"..."
"..."
"..."
15 minutes. Riley and Butcher spent a whole 15 minutes in silence after Butcher asked his sudden question. The only sounds that could be heard were the whispering horns and sirens of the waking city.
But finally, after a few more seconds of this somewhat awkward silence,
"I am afraid I have to refuse your offer, Mister Butcher," Riley said no.
"I see," Butcher's disappointed, but still monotonous sigh traveled the air, "I expected that answer; there was a 24% chance that you would reject my invitation."
"I believe it was 0% from that start, Butcher."
"Hm," Butcher could only squint his eyes from Riley's words. And after another bout of awkward silence between the two, Butcher's red, almost glowing eyes landed towards Riley's motorcycle.
"Your father did not teach you how to ride?"
"No."
"Your mother was very good with motorcycles," Butcher muttered.
"..."
"Your biological mother."
