Nate let out a little sigh of his own as Zane left the room, his shoulders dropping. He ran a hand over his face and in his hair, muttering some very creative cursewords under his breath. What had he gotten himself into? All he had wanted to do when he came here was to knock some sense into the stupid demons. Maybe draw some blood. Not... whatever this was. He felt awful, not only because of what had happened, but because a part of him still wanted more. Not that his body could really take anymore aftert he number Elrenic did on him, however.<br/><br/>Once he had got a handle back on himself, he went back to straightening out his feathers, using the the methodical task to help keep him calm and sane. When Zane came back into the room unannounced, he jumped slightly, but didn’t look up. He just wanted to be left alone. Given some time to process what had happened and all these new feelings stirring inside him because of it. He could feel Zane’s eyes on him and it made his skin crawl, but he still didn’t look up.