Log: Nikola/Helen
Yes, well, he'd be happy to explain all the subtle differences in taste and why he was more qualified to pick them out than most, but he doubted anyone actually cared and there were more interesting ways to spend his time.
"What bug? Helen, you aren't making any sense." He was beginning to worry about her. A feeling he'd never liked. Of anyone, Helen Magnus might just be his greatest weakness. He tapped a finger against his glass, watching her a minute before trying a different line of inquiry.
"When last we spoke, you were quite upset with me. It seemed we had differing opinions on the matter of betrayal."