There wasn't a long wait for Nathan to do just that. The moment she had made it very clear his pants were her goal – and oh, what a goal it was, as far as he was concerned – he had been very happy to do anything to help her along. That his intent to help likely slowed the process somewhat was lost on him, but once he started stepping on his pants, he eagerly shed them with two surprisingly coordinated kicks, sending them toward the area of the door. Not exactly smart if he needed to retrieve them quickly, but he didn't care, as he was too busy trying his very best – with skills that might be rusty, but were still skilled – to wordlessly convince her that she really wanted to lose an item of clothing too.
"Even in the dark, you're gorgeous," he muttered near her ear, muffled but not entirely indistinct. Did it make sense? Perhaps not to most, but it made sense to Nathan and he was more than motivated by his own fitful nights of far too vivid dreams to demonstrate that voiced opinion. Eyes weren't the only thing one could see with, though going by Nathan's actions, that currently meant he was seeing quite a lot if defining it as 'hands and lips'.