He paused in his steps only because she was so loud and causing quite the scene with her angry questions. His eyes, his head, had to look down to give her a small glare of annoyance as she 'confronted' him. Nathaniel absently lifted a hand to indicate the paper and pen without moving his gaze from her face. His tone dry and his voice a little slow, almost mocking. Almost. "That was an invitation. One I assumed you were intelligent enough to figure out. You see, I wrote down a number that coincides with a room in the hotel I borrowed that pen from. I wasn't running, I was going back to that hotel so there would be someone in the room to open the door for you should you decide to avail yourself of my generosity."
His head titled to the side, as his hand lowered and was soon tucked inside a pocket to keep his fingers warm, "As for what's in it for me... Apparently, it's to be a headache."
Nathaniel's other hand came out and rubbed the bridge of his nose as his gaze finally broke to a slow blink and a deep breath before returning to her, accompanied by a cold and emotionless voice as he looked down at her in boredom, "Tell me, girl, what makes you so angry that someone would seek to help you when that's exactly what you were hoping to manipulate me to do in the first place? Is it the lack of control over how you gain the help? Or the genuine pity that makes you realize you're where you are in the world because you've never put any effort into getting out, only getting by?"