Confine me let me be the lesser of a beautiful man without the blood on his hands
The approval of detective has Nate's interest piquing again, though he hesitates in asking for any further elaboration. There is a difference between knowing something, and knowing too much, and if there's one thing Nate's actually had drilled into his head, it's that first impressions can't actually be trusted.
It doesn't stop him from wanting to believe, just a little bit, that Finn is what he seems on the surface. A mystery maybe, but ultimately harmless. A hand claps on the other man's shoulder, trying to lift up his tone again, trying to shift away from the awkward moment. "I can respect that. But you know there's more kinds of pleasure to be had than the limit testing kind, right?" He might not necessarily seem the type to partake in them, but that didn't mean there weren't options.
"I'm a doctor." The answer is offered easily, Nate coming to rather the same conclusion about their talk so far. There's not too much harm in offering some things up. "Most of the time." A low note rumbles out of him, almost a chuckle and almost a hum.
It doesn't stop him from wanting to believe, just a little bit, that Finn is what he seems on the surface. A mystery maybe, but ultimately harmless. A hand claps on the other man's shoulder, trying to lift up his tone again, trying to shift away from the awkward moment. "I can respect that. But you know there's more kinds of pleasure to be had than the limit testing kind, right?" He might not necessarily seem the type to partake in them, but that didn't mean there weren't options.
"I'm a doctor." The answer is offered easily, Nate coming to rather the same conclusion about their talk so far. There's not too much harm in offering some things up. "Most of the time." A low note rumbles out of him, almost a chuckle and almost a hum.
NATE
