"Don't you even dare," Nikola replied, giving Helen a scathing look. One that had quite possibly turned the tide in the war or at least sent a few of Hitler's little spies running home to mommy with their tails between their legs. "It hasn't. I- no longer want to kill him. He's tolerable I suppose. And I suppose... he makes you happy. I could make you happier but you seem to have this silly notion that you're in love with him."