Nathan wasn't at all capable of really defending himself against a woman that wanted to drag him around. Of course, having physical contact with a woman in the first place was good enough for him. Thus the minimal struggling at the fact that he was being yanked through the front doors.
Somewhere in the midst of his forced exit, Nathan looked down at his clothes and offered a shrug. "What? I make it work. I've got this whole blue collar thing workin' for me, yeah?"
The sad part about that entire statement is that he's actually serious. He probably spent all of his initial allowance on booze.