After all the nice shit I say about you...

[ He grumbles, but it doesn't sound like he means it. His eyes still fixed on the device in his hand. Really -- what would he make as his passcode? It makes sense that he'd choose this instead of numbers, though. ]

I'm lucky that you want something.

[ He lets out a sigh as the phone is taken out of his hand and tossed into his jacket pocket. The weight of it is felt immediately, but immediately ignored. ]

Or that you have some other scheme that you're thinking...