"I've found the place quite pleasant, myself," Nathan said with a chuckle, assuming that Erin was trying to spin a yarn about something sinister in the tavern.  All to avoid answering for her actions.  He gave that sweet little ass a swat to get her moving through the kitchen door.<br/><br/>Upon entering the kitchen, he reached with his free hand to grab her bound wrists so she couldn't try reaching for a knife or cleaver or whatever other kitchen item was available.  Nathan hadn't lived as long as he had without being cautious.