As Demelza sat down beside him, Devlin wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her closer and moving to angle her just right. He would have gone in for a kiss, but her serious tone made him sigh and pull his head away. "No, keep them on. It's fine," he sighed, wondering how it was she still managed to misunderstand him after so long.
"Why are you here?" He asked. Not to be rude; just to spark a meaningful conversation. No point talking about anything else she might bring up, anyways.