[ Color him, like, instantly entertained the second Nate starts pushing up sleeves that aren't even down in the first place. He settles in visibly, a little wiggle in his seat like he's getting comfortable for whatever bullshit this is about to be.

Poof, lighter gone.

Oh shit. Is this some actual legitimate close up magic? He's fucking delighted. Absurdly, ridiculously giddy over it, too enthusiastically shoving his hand in his pocket to pull out the lighter. ]

No fucking way—

[ And if, when, he finds it he straight up throws his head back and laughs. ]

Oh my god, this is-- I am... so happy right now. This is the greatest thing that could have come from this conversation. I'm... wow.