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There were few things, privileges really, that Nikola enjoyed more than being able to descend upon Helen's home without any warning whatsoever. Really, he would probably take Helen over a decent bottle of Merlot any day. Wine, he could get more of but there was only one Helen Magnus and he did so enjoy her company. Even if she spent half the time eyerolling at him or saying Nikola in that outraged, clipped English tone of hers.

Really, sometimes she had no idea how sexy that was.

Still seeing as he had a bottle of wine and a few hours or so to kill, Nikola descended upon Helen's home with his usual carelessness. Opening the door and announcing his visit before he knocked as an afterthought.

"Helen, you're looking..." Fat. "...fat."

He really hadn't meant to say that outloud.

"Lovely as always, I brought us some wine." Nikola said overtly leering at her breasts. What? He was monogamous, he wasn't blind.