As Riley left, Nathan burned with embarrassment. That outburst of personal emotion was unprofessional and non important to the crisis at hand. But that didn't invalidate his feelings, with how things were going it was more dangerous than ever for his leader to leave the confines of the mansion and with the disaster of his old coven fresh in his mind Nathan couldn't couldn't help but feel that it was somehow his fault. As long as he could remember he was trained to protect the leader from anything, from how to quickly kill another vampire to the best way to knock out a werewolf. Nathan was for all intents and purposes, the perfect weapon. However every weapon has its limitations, and his was that he still felt. No matter the conditioning he still held sympathy for the humans and would still think like them. The one thing they couldn't take from him was his humanity

Dragging his hand across his hair, putting it back in place, Nathan composed himself and went down stairs. The pack and the coven were uneasy, more so than when he left. Something must have happened while he was gone. Asking one of the lower coven members, Nathan learned that some couple had asked if they could go to their barbecue. Normally the coven would have just blown it off, but in light of recent events it was highly suspicious. 

With nothing left to do, Nathan strode up to the kitchen and waited outside the door. Straining his hearing abilities, Nathan was able to make out that Riley was upset, something about the Cacciatori finding them. If that was the case than they needed to leave, Pack and Coven both. While he still held a grudge against the wolfs, if Riley said he had to protect them then so be it. Sighing, Nathan folded his arms against his chest and leaned against the wall. Waiting for his next orders and a chance to explain himself.