The thing about Xander Cage and thrills is this was rather boring for him. He’d barely done anything but break a speed limit here and there and it was just a pair of wheelies. There were people staring at them on the patio of the coffee shop, and he could hear–without actually hearing–those hushed whispers where in these strangers’ minds, he and Liv were going out and he’d done something to make her angry. And she was angry, it didn’t even take a perceptive person like him to see that. Doesn’t mean he was going to actively apologize for it, though. After all, he’d taken great care to make sure they were safe, safe as someone could be on a motorized vehicle with Xander Cage, at least. And he hadn’t even done any jumps or actually dangerous stunts. 

There’s a bit more strength in that shove of the helmet than he was expecting, but that doesn’t mean he’s not smirking at her, putting the helmet away. “I did.” He did tell her to hold on tight, that was about as much a warning as he’d ever given anybody. “If I’d told you what I was going to do, you wouldn’t have come with me.” She would have given him some reason not to come, told him some story about how she had to go, and would have retreated back to her safe, boring shut-in of a life, and never felt the wind through her hair or on her face like that, would never have even taken the risk. “You live a life that’s full of some really scary risks, I get it. Wasn’t it nice to take one that didn’t kill you?”