[ The thing is, all Sen had to do was tell him to go into Spirit Form... or for him to suggest that he do that. His excuse is that he'd conveniently forgotten about that in the heat of the moment, which isn't a good excuse, but it also isn't a lie.

Shifting one last time to make himself comfortable, and Napoleon settles in for the long haul. Sen is small and compact and easy to hold— strong and vibrant under his arms. ]

Trust me, Maitre! As long as I'm here, I'll be by your side.

[ Leave it to him to be corny in situations that don't call for it... mercifully, Sen revvs the motors and kickstarts them in motion, cutting off any other cheesy speeches Napoleon has in his arsenal.

A sound between a whoa and an ooh, and Napoleon barks a laugh. ]

—Hahaha! This thing moves much faster than I thought! [ Even if she drives like a maniac... he doesn't seem to mind.... ] I like it!