"Well, sort of," Nate admits, rubbing the back of his head again with a sobered grin. He's glad that Sully seems to finally be warming up to him, instead of regarding him like some foreign imposter. If he was honest with himself, it had been eating at him for months. "Not allowed to touch anything important, but I'm in."

Which was a half baked joke, of course. He wouldn't oversee a fight club -- just not his thing. Conning people to throw their money in on it? Definitely doable.