As Pete poked her, Helena merely quirked a brow at him quizzically. She wasn't exactly certain she wanted to know what that poke meant, so she let that topic lie.
"Healthy stroking. Well I do believe I can take that. After all, sometimes it can help in the overall scheme of things." While Helena could've turned that statement into an innuendo, she didn't. After all, they weren't always appropriate and Helena knew when to use them and when not to. Though she was a terrible flirt, she could keep that particular tendency under control sometimes.
Though Helena couldn't help but wonder if she would ever get happiness. She had Emily, which was more than she had ever even allowed herself to dream of having again. Myka, Pete and Claudia didn't hate her even after everything she'd done to them. Perhaps that was enough. It wasn't as though she were lucky in her love life. "I rather think I all ready have the happiness. I have Emily. I have you, Myka and Claudia not hating me. That is a happiness I could not have even hoped to achieve, not after digging the grave I nearly buried myself in." Helena was not going to hope for anything more than what she had. Her love life was a mess as it always was, and she was painfully aware that at any moment she could be sent back to their world, to the afterlife. So she would hold onto what she had the present moment because it was all she had.
"For a man it does, but I'm not a man now, am I?" Helena said, making an innuendo this time, quirking her brows at him as she smirked a bit.