"Where do you race?" John asks curiously. He can't quite imagine the Wraith's having an athletic track. "I race Ronan around the corridors in Atlantis." There are enough deserted areas in Atlantis that they aren't constantly tripping over people. "Some day, I'll leave him trailing me."

He really doesn't want this conversation to end, because when it does, he'll have no choice but to go home, back to normal. With that thought, he flings a leg over Todd's.