Nate grinned finished his meal and tossed out the wrapping and napkin in a disposal can on the street. "Yah well I don't give compliments and you know that." he said in response it was true. Nate wasn't known for being complimentary he was a straight up sort of guy. He didn't like you, he told you to your face where to shove your vital parts. If he liked you he told you so, again to your face.<br/><br/>"Sure," he said as he watched the car pull up. As he saw the guy leaving. He rose and followed after Desmond, keeping an eye out. This wasn't something he wanted to do, but he didn't balk at it either. This was dangerous. And as he took the box from Desmond's hands that was confirmed by his next words.<br/><br/>"Damn straight, I plan on leaving them bloody and dead, safe one. I'll keep you one, but that's it." Nate said. There was nothing he hated more then someone trying to take him out. He hated that with a passion. Nate liked his life. He liked it so much he'd rather kill then be taken out. Nate wasn't used to being attacked openly though. He was a filch. He was an information gatherer not a butcher. But he could fight and he could hold his own in a fight and he'd be damned if he let someone kill him.