Camden couldn't help himself. His lips tugged into a grin. There was something about this innocent-looking girl stringing out her list of lucrative prices that made him bizarrely happy. He wondered if that said something about his character, that he loved the idea of this girl pulling a fast one on much older, powerful men. "I won't need assistance, but I'd like a lift back," he told her, shrugging. Turning so that it was hidden from view (seriously, he was bold, but not bold enough to shove a few hundred dollars at her in the middle of the park for everyone to see) he tugged out his wallet and folded up the cash, which he offered to her without a blink.
"Thanks," he answered, plucking the pouch from her fingers and withdrawing the mints, before offering it back to her.