Nathan deposited his bundle of clothes, pillow, and paper on the nearest available surface, which happened to be the desk. He was at least careful enough to not knock anything over. See, Nathan can be trained.

"You wanna go somewhere?" he asked, turning to look at Charles. His eyes wandered of their own accord, taking a pleasant detour down Charles' body. Subtlety was not something that Nathan possessed in great abundance. "I could use a beer. Hair of the dog and all."