Ow ow ow ow! Shoes, when used as a projectile weapon, hurt, and the sharp tug at his shirt told him she wasn't going to give up on this. Alright, if she was determined to bring him down before he made it to the stairs, he'd aim for the first open door instead -her room. If she couldn't get through the door, then technically, he wasn't caught.
By the time he'd gotten inside, though, he was too busy laughing and rubbing at the back of his head where her shoe had connected to close the door. "Alright... I give up... I mean it this time! You didn't have to throw your shoe at me, and close range too! That hurt! I thought red meant 'stop', not 'hit it as hard as you can'!" Yes, he was giving up early, and if he'd really tried to get away from her, he could've, but he'd managed to get her to smile and laugh even if it meant lying to her to do it, so it was only fair that she get to exact whatever revenge she saw fit.
"So... other than acquiring a wicked aim, what else have you been up to? Well, before the explosion that wasn't, anyway?"