"Buy me dinner? What do you take me for? A poor college kid in need of money and hand me downs? Because you do know me oh, so well, but I'm hardly someone to ask for charity Felicia," he offered while watching her through those thin lenses. Leaning ever so slightly forward, he could actually feel her breath through the fabric of his tights, and then grinned.
"Well when I see a world class cat burglar running from a museum with its alarms wailing, yes I get a bit suspicious of the cat burglar. I have to be honest, there was a 12 year old kid at the steps of the museum. He was holding a balloon, gave off a bad vibe, but I still chose you. Can't figure why."
He brushed kept her held to him, as if suddenly afraid she might fall, which he knew she wouldn't, and even if she did, one of them would stop the fall. Still. He shrugged some, and raised a brow, "I actually do carry my phone with me. Don't ask me how or where, but I do. You don't need to rob a jewelry store just to get my attention Cat, you always have it."
Except when he's out fighting crime, and won't let her come because of some noble, it's too dangerous concept. But still! He stared at her and sighed, "I know you stored whatever it was you grabbed somewhere, just tell me where Felicia and I'll take it back to its rightful owners, and then yes I'll meet you tonight."