"All the good adjectives, then," Nate chimed in teasingly, though he did enjoy hearing it. Who didn't like to hear that they were appreciated? But words of affirmation wasn't necessarily his love language. He was more of a tactile person who felt most loved when people made time for him.
"I can do that," he agreed with a nod. He reluctantly released Beau, his eyes taking on a mischievous twinkle again, a promise of things to come, before he turned away. He toed out of his shoes, tucking them under a table, and then shrugged out of his jacket, draping it neatly over the back of a chair. Nimble fingers worked open the buttons of his over-shirt, and when he folded it neatly atop his jacket, he was left in just a super soft, pale yellow turtle neck shirt and his jeans. That done, he went to the couch and folded his tall frame onto a cushion, resting one ankle on top of the opposite knee with his arm stretched over the back of the couch. His body turned a bit so that he could watch Beau.