[ This boy is difficult. Rafa sighs, and then moves quickly in front of him. His movements are too fast for the human eye to track, and as he passes, he snatches that phone, and ends whatever call had been starting. It would be easy enough to leave, but he's not done with this yet. With a sweep of his thumb, he turns the device off entirely. ]

You do not think.

[ He lifts an eyebrow, and tosses the phone back. ]

What will you tell them? Human authorities do not take well to tales of faeries, and they will find no trace of me. It would be unwise to get yourself in trouble out of spite.