Three of Shade’s bodies emerged from Jason’s shadow to take the form of robust dirt bikes, naturally all in black. “I don’t know how to ride this,” Farrah said as Jason mounted up. “Do not be concerned, Miss Hurin,” Shade said. “Straddle me firmly and I will take good care of you.” “Shade,” Jason admonished. “Time and place.” “Mr Asano, that level of innuendo is beneath you. Or, at the very least, it should be.” “Fair point,” Jason said. “That was low humour and we need to focus on the job at hand. Farrah, go ahead and put Shade’s throbbing machine between your legs.”
