Nathaniel decided he was being tested, playfully - but still tested. But Eva would soon learn Nate wasn't about to save face at the price of particularity. "Truckstop outside of White Plains," Nathaniel said without hesitation. "The amenities were satisfactory," he added as an afterthought.
The topic shifted to his qualifications and his posture subconsciously improved with pride, though he wondered how she'd feel about his entire list of past work experience. "I have a passion for history and the written word," Nate said so dryly he needed to take a sip of water after his statement. "I have no problem immersing myself into projects with merit," he told her so she wouldn't be concerned if he were to disappear within the stacks.
"But it serves its purpose."
"If only everything did," he added quickly. "I'd happily take a tour of the manor if that's an option," Nathaniel admitted, though realized that probably wasn't something that happened often. "Is this room your hodge-podge? Because it's lovely," he gestured toward the room in general. "Anyway," he said quickly as he realized exactly how comfortable he'd already gotten. "I shouldn't monopolize any more of your time."