A little paint wouldn't have bothered Nathaniel. If anything, it would've served to improve Taraga's overall look, as good as it already is. Nate happens to find a paint stained artist to be very attractive.

When the bike rider removes his helmet and reveals himself to be the very man Nathaniel's waiting for, he pushes himself away from the wall, pulls his hands out of his pockets and reaches around to dust any dirt off of his jacket. Keep himself looking presentable and all that. His eyes wander over his date, taking in all of the details of his appearance. He's a little shorter than expected, which is almost funny given the short of energy he brings to the table. Nate has at least a few inches on him. Well, more like half a foot but who's really counting?

"Of course I did. I said I would."