Nikolas rather liked that thought. He didn't really care much for fame, although admittedly he supposed that eventually he was going to have his name out there, and that people would know who he was. Still, getting some recognition for something he himself had done, rather than something that he'd inherited, would be a nice bonus. Absently, he rubbed at an especially sore spot on his shoulder, before the thought of ending up in a book made him realize something.
"Ahh, Merlin," he said suddenly, looking at Lucy seriously. "This has been a distraction, hasn't it? You've been studying and since I've been here I don't think you've gotten a single thing done. Sorry about that."