Nathan similarly entered as Savannah had, trying not to be rude. He stripped his boots off of his feet and placed them on the mat, in order not to track snow and mud into her house, and placed his coat on the remaining hanger of the coat tree. He started to look around once he entered and was comfortable. "Your parents have a nice place," he commented. Nathan ran his fingers through his hair to shake loose any remaining particles of snow.
He then moved about the room for a moment with his hands in his somewhat soaked pants, looking at all the pictures of her family they had there. He recognized an older looking boy and assumed it was her brother. Nathan turned back to her when he heard her footsteps come back into the room. "A fire? Sure, that sounds nice." In all honesty, he had no idea how to start a fire but being the frozen gentleman he was, he wouldn't mind trying. He started looking around the room for a wood stack or a gas main of some sort.