His expression shifted, lids lowering into a semi-pleased expression as he set his near empty cup on the table. The doctor made a note that she was either very perceptive to have seen and heard what he bought... or very lucky in her guess work. The former assumption syncing with the traits and intelligence she was currently displaying and the latter with the kind of life she implied she had been living. Perhaps it was a bit of both.
"I am a well educated man," he replied, his voice having warmed with a touch of ego. "You sound like a rather well educated young lady yourself... one that has somehow found her way to the street and either not found her way off it... or chosen to stay there. Given the spark of intelligence behind those painted eyes of yours, I am inclined to believe you choose to be without a home."
Nathaniel shifted in his seat to lean forward, elbows resting on the table and closing the space between them as he idly spun his near-empty cup. He lifted the cup and drank the last dredges of his drink, eyes still locked on her. His voice lowered a tad, keeping the sound intimate and for their ears alone inside the wall of sound created by the other customers, tone analytical and even, "What possessed me to come over here, indeed? I think it might be a testament to your ability to manipulate others into gaining the aid you need... or it could be that I am afflicted by a grotesque amount of needless emotion that will lead to nothing productive."