"Hm," Garrot offers a little grunt at the idea. It's not bad, but... it's not great. Not yet. So he squints at Luka before pantomiming phone-taking motions himself. After a moment of that...

"Keep your phone on your leg, under the table... assuming he does tea again." Garrot saw the Protector do tea the time they met in public. "You call me, and I'll come over or- or just shout that it's time to do autographs." He pauses for a beat, trying to figure out what kind of asshole the Protector actually is.

"Do you think he'd want to stick around for autographs, or would an offer make him want to leave?" Sure, they met in a completely isolated place before, but... he's the Protector. The hero. Who care about appearances.