"No, clearly you didn't." Nikola said, not even attempting a tired leer. He was entirely too sober, entirely too maudlin to even begin hitting on Helen today. Instead he looked to his godchild and held out his arms, making a slight grabbing motion to indicate that he wanted to hold him. "Hello Gregory, come to your Uncle Nikola."

Nikola sighed, looking at Helen before rolling his eyes. "Fine, it's far too early to be drinking anyway. Although I'm far too sober for bed."