[To be fair, Satsuki isn't doing much to dissuade, the big, taunting jerk reading of her actions. She lays a palm over the handle bars possessively, given them a nice, showy rub. She's certainly quick to start treating the bike like her own.]

You look death in the eye every day on the back of this thing, don't you? I thought I'd give it a try.

You have to act properly to warrant its return.

[Distract Ryuko long enough and she won't be able to complete her own tasks.]