He could very well be, knowing him. Childermass is a pretty shady fellow, though also not much of a killer, so who knows. He certainly won't encourage the idea, however, just canting his head and eyeing her with a beady crow eye. There's one caw and then he changes to his human form. There's no in-between shifting like the werecreatures have, just pure magic. One second he's a crow, the next he's a man leaning idly on his handlebars with an elbow.

"Hard to do otherwise when you're always riding around on this thing," he replies, shrugging as he does. That said, he'll lean up off of the handlebars and stand back, idly crossing his arms instead. "No posse tonight, Pearl?"