Rhyme it was not, but Desire was thrilled by the energy of the crowd around him almost as much as he was the racing itself. High excitement, high tension, and noise. He wasn’t anywhere near on that level as far as volume went, more often just quiet and grinning with an occasional pleased laugh whenever Mac or another of the riders pulled off a stunt. Just watching wasn’t nearly as much fun as he imagined zooming around on one of those crotchrockets had to be, but to him, it was the most exciting thing he’d witnessed the whole time they’d been in this ‘verse.

Reason, predictably, found the whole thing to be needlessly reckless and even frightening to watch. The one small relief he had was when the races were over and Mac hadn’t come to harm. Seeing as he didn’t share in the exhilaration that his other half and their host felt, he remained in the background yet again, giving Desire yet another extended time at the front of their consciousness, enjoying the world around them in full.

Mac sounded like a goddamn kid when he returned, but Desire’s laughter at his crowing was still pretty pleased with him. The Warlock had enjoyed himself and come out on top. Nothing to critique him for there.

“Yeah, yeah, I saw you,” Desire agreed, a little too much teeth in his grin. He felt antsy, like on the edge of being worked up and wanting to do something with it, but all he had available to him was to thump a fist on Mac’s shoulder. “That looks like a hell of a time out there. I’m actually jealous!”