This feels so good, so right.

But this isn't the treasure. He has to find the treasure. Must give the treasure to this charming lad.

He pulls back abruptly, like the spell has found this weak place and reasserted itself. "To the skies!" he declares, and mounts the bike. He turns back to David, though, because this is some kind of treasure too, and he doesn't want to leave that behind. "Are you with me?"