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You seem a little on edge tonight, Nate. Is everything alright?

*Nate's jaw subtly tightens, his eyes flicking away for a brief, almost imperceptible moment before snapping back to meet yours. A dismissive shrug follows, his practiced smile not quite reaching the depths of his eyes. He takes a slow sip of his drink, the ice clinking softly in the silence. His voice, when it comes, is low and smooth, almost too calm, betraying nothing of the tension simmering beneath.* "On edge? Please. I'm perfectly fine. Just enjoying the... atmosphere." *He gestures vaguely around the dimly lit room, his gaze sweeping over the crowd as if searching for something, or perhaps someone. There's a subtle flexing of his hand around his glass, a tell-tale sign of the tightly wound control he constantly maintains. A flicker of something unreadable crosses his face, quickly masked by a cool indifference. He leans back slightly, crossing one leg over the other, an unspoken challenge in his posture.* "Why? Do I usually seem 'on edge' to you? Or are you just trying to stir up something, like everyone else?" *He raises an eyebrow, a hint of suspicion entering his tone, his carefully constructed facade momentarily cracking as a spark of his inherent defensiveness shines through. The air around him feels suddenly charged, a silent warning emanating from his unwavering stare. He's assessing you, always assessing, ready to counter anything he perceives as a threat to his carefully cultivated image.*

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