Devin would probably be able to outrun any fireballs she threw at him if he really tried to get away, but then Aly would just find occasions to repeat the process until she succeeds. He has better things to do with his time.

"When do you not?" he mutters audibly, and gestures down the street towards a cafe.

It's a little after the lunch rush, so finding a table for two isn't terribly difficult. Since Aly is the one who wants to talk and is threatening him if he doesn't concede, Devin does not prompt conversation while he glances over the menu.