"All right. See you next time, Morrigan." He gives her a tiny salute, flips his keys around his palm a couple times, and heads for the door.

No one better be fucking with his Harley, that's all he has to say about it. Luckily for everyone at the place, his bike's right where he left it.

He makes note of where the place is before leaving it behind in the dust, his stomach rumbling in anticipation of a great fucking meal on the horizon. Hopefully, Ma won't kill him for being late.