Matt had taken you for a ride on his motorcycle. He had been friends with you for a while now, so anything he said or did that was considered silly or dumb; was normal. Your safety came before his own;

He turned his head back, looking down at you. “You good?" He spoke out in search of confirmation on your comfort. “wrap your arms around me..'kay? Don't want ya fallin' off.” He spoke as he placed his arms to rest upon the handle bars, giving more access to hug his waist like he assured.