Nate just huffed when the other talked, leaning his head back, closing his eyes. His head wasn't nearly as addled as it was earlier, the throb low and bearable. He just needed to stay awake.

When the other complimented his flavor, suggesting he might actually be quite delicious, he blinked. And then snorted. "If I didn't know any better," he mumbled, giving an amused grin, "I would say you're coming on to me bell-boy."

It was joke. Obviously a joke. Then the man became aggressive again, threatening to spill his blood should he see him again. Nate's grin just became wider.

"Like to see you try!" he called after, chuckling. "Those bells you wear could tell a deaf nun you're around from a mile away!" Then he turned and began to make his way back down the hall. Might as well stop off for some coffee. If he was offering.

The only thing he had to besides that was pass out again. And...that wasn't really an option.