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Nathaniel is also seated by the fire.

Still lost in thought, but at least he has a fresh cup of tea, and he turns when Nikola's scent hits him. It isn't human, that's for sure.

"Hello," Nathaniel says with a little nod of his head.

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Nikola arches an eyebrow at the boy, and a tiny smirk plays about his lips. "Hello."

He isn't quite close enough to Nathaniel to catch the non-human scent.

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"Don't you find it a little too chilly for the shorts?" he asks.

Like he has room to talk. He's still in his pajama bottoms and slippers.

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Nikola glances down at his (quite bony) knees with a sour expression. "It was hardly my first wardrobe choice."

Something in the way that he speaks and the way he carries himself seems to point toward him not being a cargo shorts sort of person.

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Nathaniel raises an eyebrow.

"I think it would be my last wardrobe choice," he says, a faint smile on his lips. "Who dressed you like that?"

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"Our illustrious host, of course," Nikola says, gesturing to the bar at large.

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That was new.

"Oh. Halloween."

Nathaniel looks him over.

"What are you supposed to be?"

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"Apparently some man called Parrish," Nikola says, vaguely wondering what the man's doctorate is in.

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"I guess Bar doesn't do vampire or werewolf or ghost or prince charming, huh?"

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"Vampire would be a little redundant," Nikola says. "As would prince charming," he adds with a smug sort of smile.

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"Ah. You don't smell like the other vampires I know," he says, chuckling. "But I wondered what you were."

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Nikola eyes him curiously. "You can smell me from there?"

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Nathaniel nods.

"I can smell everything around me, from tears to alcohol to sex to fear. You can't?"

His vampires could smell a lie from across the room, so he's used to very acute senses.

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"If I concentrate," Nikola admits. "Or if you were closer."

He'll trade not quite as keen a sense of smell for not having to worry about sunlight or wooden stakes any day.

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Nathaniel stands up with his tea and joins Nikola on the couch, his movements graceful. His hair, it should be noted, does go down to his ankles, and he's half dressed.

It was a long day.

He sips his tea and looks over at Nikola. "Close enough?" he asks.

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Nikola takes a deep breath through his nose. "Quite," he says, a slow smile spreading across his lips. "You must be a friend of Elizabeth's."