"Well, next time we tour, if you want to go somewhere, let me know. I don't mind bringing you along." He figured one of two things would happen with his proposal: if they got along, he'd be happy to have her there, or if he hated her, he just wouldn't tell her when they left. Nathan was an idiot, but he was oddly okay enough at relationships.
He was also an oddly tender kisser when the time called for it, and it called for it then. He let his hands cup her cheeks, one of them eventually stroking the hair he'd admired since she got there.