He grins into the catch of her teeth, the taste of her breath (minty - someone's been taking care of their oral hygiene in a war zone). It's not really the time, but when has his timing ever been great, so Nate doesn't give much thought to it before he tips his chin and kisses her properly - punctuates it with a purposeful pat to one of the back pockets of her cargo pants before breaking away.

"Remind me not to get on your bad side," He's grinning still, hand sliding into her pocket. Completely innocently, mind you. "Unless I need half a city razed to the ground, in which case I guess that's a pretty good Plan A."