forgive my slowness! i was terribly distracted by dragon age.
He had been quite enjoying his little jaunt through the hotel. His nice quiet jaunt. And the wine. Nikola was enjoying that too. He had to give credit where it was due; they had excellent taste. He'd known it was too good to be true.
That familiar grin spread across his face as he turned to greet her, arms outstretched in a gesture clearly meant to express that he had nothing to do with this. When last they'd spoken, she hadn't been exactly happy with him. Something to do with betrayal and working for the enemy.
"Helen. To what do I owe the pleasure?"
In his defense, this time, he really was innocent. He'd been as surprised to find himself here the first time as she must be.