The fact that she didn't ask was worse than if she had. Vlad knew why - Helena hadn't asked because she already thought she knew the answer, and didn't want to hear it out loud. She thought he and Boyd were some kind of... item. God only knew what she thought of him now, having a child in his apartment walking around in her underwear.
"Peter... Peter is her husband. He works for me, and I have no idea whether she is in love with him or not. That is hardly the sort of thing she would discuss with anyone, least of all me." He told himself there was no need to panic, that he could explain everything to Helena, and surely she would understand. She had to.
But what if she didn't? What if this was one too many explanations for her?
"A queen," he echoed absently. "Yes - like a queen. Did you tell her why you were here?"