Dempster chuckled. "I'm not that devious." His wiggling eyebrows were hardly menacing. "I'm a decent chap. Probably too nice in some respects and not enough in others."
As they crested the peak and started their descent, he kept his eyes glancing toward her. Orla drew him in with her natural, honest demeanor that he almost regretted seeing the ride end, but their day wasn't over.
With his hand at the small of her back, they queued up to exit the pod. "Are you hungry?"