Faolan quirks an eyebrow at her somewhat, but he'll take it. He's not going to insist that he stay in her way, especially if she doesn't really want him there. He's looking to get her to trust him, not to drive her away. She's got his number. That's enough.

"Call me," he says. "Even if it feels ridiculous. I'm a body guard. It's my job. You've got half an hour to meander your way back there and remember to do it, or I'm busting my way in on whatever you've found to do to relax, alright?" He raises both eyebrows, shooting her a look to make sure that his point has been made.