"Nah," Daniel says, paying way more attention to Armand's face than anything else. His stupid, beautiful, angelic face that's probably about to hypnotize the ride operator, and while Daniel's accepted that much of his life will now involve swindling (he's okay with it), he takes the opportunity to pass over the five bucks it takes to ride. "No fear of heights here."

He wraps his arm around Armand's waist, leading him over to-- what, loading area? Either way, it's where they can settle onto the bench and get buckled in, so to speak, the bar coming down over their laps.

"Of course, you could always hop out and zoom around," he teases, leaning in so that his mouth brushes the perfect shell of Armand's ear.