It's a low move, but the pay off is with it. He has acquired the tool of ultimate cockblocking and he has no intention of giving it back until they're done here (or ever, it looks fancy). Her annoyance just fuels him, because he's so impressed with himself and his pickpocketing skills that he needs to smirk a little wider.

"Aw." He murmurs in response to her indignant response. He turns the phone toward himself curiously, brows furrowed when he realises he has no idea how this thing works. The confusion is clear on his face, but he shrugs and slips his hand into his jacket to tuck it into his shirt pocket. "Then it doesn't matter where it is, does it?" He asks with a raised eyebrow, moving to push himself off the stool and stand. "Excuse me, though. I need to make a call." He doesn't think he needs to be as careful with the invitation as she had been on that first night. They both know where he's headed and what they want, he's just making the first leap this time.

He traipses into the bathroom, feeling as much in his element now as he had in the confines of the Arena. Only this time, he won't leave until he wins.