Nathaniel nods in reply and shoves the pack back in his back pocket. He's quiet for a while, alternating between taking drags and shorts of his whiskey. It's very calming, calm being something he hasn't been in a long time. It's strange and comforting all at the same time.

He pauses for a moment, thinking it over. He points to himself. "This face?" he's actually amused. Ah, hell. He'll humour her. She seems like a nice kid, so why the hell not? He chuckles and moves down the bar to side beside her. "Sure, no one's ever drawn me before. Could be fun."

He is certainly a man of stories, he never conceals them, but just rarely talks of them.

But first, introductions. "Nathaniel." he says, offering a hand.