[Dodger sets the food down and wraps a few tortillas in tin foil, warming it up like he'd done with the steak by heating his hand and holding the bundle. His other hand checks his phone, and... he huffs a laugh.]

Cute, but that doesn't help me. [He sips his phone away, watching her evenly.] I want real, hard details about his past. I know you have them, and I know if there's anything more to find you will. We both know I'll do as many favors, whatever they are, as I need to to get that information. So either you're seeing how long you can string me along before you've got everything you need to hurt me for your own reasons... or you're just bored at having easy prey that doesn't try to fight you. Either way, I've got no power over you and no intention to get any, so I can't stop you if you get bored and leave me twisting in the wind.

[He says it all evenly and matter-of-fact, but that doesn't mean he's content with it. It's just something he doesn't feel she'll listen to if he tries to show his emotions. Sob stories don't work on people like her.]