He can be sort of tricky, sometimes. He's only half-sorry for it.

Connor's smirk widens as he keeps walking backwards, until he reaches the line for the Ferris wheel. "If you don't like it, you've my full permission to blame me for it and return the favor."

As in, if there's something he hasn't tried before that she thinks he should, he'd feel obliged to do it.

Then again, he might just do it anyway.