"Oh no. I'm good. Teleportation's always been one of those things I wished I could do." he said.

He whistled as he looked around at their surroundings.

"This is the nicest place I've ever been in. Usually, Motel 6 is the livin' large for me.

He rose and unbuckled his knife, setting his knife aside. Next, he took off his brown leather jacket, revealing the black t-shirt beneath. He slipped off his holster with his Glock and set that aside as well. Free of the extra weight, he moved to sit down on the bed with Sophia.

"Now on the menu: Angel-Face sundaes."