He handed her the jacket, and himself sat back onto the seat. "To yours, or to the hotel room?" he asked, looking first at her, then at the lake once more, but gradually, his eyes sled down to his hand, gripping the motorbike. A frown appeared on his face, and he rolled the sleeve of his shirt down to hide as much of it as possible. Hopefully most people wouldn't give enough damns about it and would refrain from staring...<br/><br/>He nodded his head at the space behind. "The more time we spend here, the less we can nap!" he reminded her, and laughed shortly.