"Not to worry, I have ways of keeping myself entertained."

Like that's all it is, and not a matter of survival like he'd just indicated. His pooka lies are really something, at this age.

"Because it's funny? I haven't had to teleport Jethro into one, because he's never tried to kick my ass. But I imagine if my own chimera is trying to kill me, I'd need the pick-me-up of imagining his big chrome antlers getting all tangled up in random lacy underthings."

He has, of course, thought this out in advance. For reasons. Murder enough Sidhe nobility and you get used to not trusting shadows, even the ones attached to you.

"And to the mortals, it would look like a motorcycle just popped into existence in the middle of the shop. That's pretty amusing for me."