He's good at that. Kicking adorable puppies. He's a cat person for a reason. Because cats are assholes and he identifies with his own kind or something. But he's glad that there won't be more questions. He doesn't want to stand there and talk about his daughter.

Nor does he want this guy to notice that he just pocketed some shit. Instead, he notices the earrings and reaches down for them at the same time. "They're not mine. They're for someone else." Like he has to defend his reasons for holding onto some pretty gold dolphins.