Will continued to watch her; Helen seemed to have drifted in deep thought, she began to play with the beads hanging at her neck. Will observed taking in every little detail, her perfectly manicured nails, the small spattering of freckles on the skin visible due to the deep v in her shirt. Helen spoke, "Was that all Will?" He quickly moved his focus upwards, slightly surprised that he'd allowed himself to leer at her. Helen for her part hadn't seemed to notice.

"Ah, yeah that's pretty much it," he replied adding, "I better get back to my pile of paperwork."

Helen nodded and Will made to leave. He had only taken a few steps when he heard. "So that's what your calling your internet chats with Sigrid these days."

Will spun back to Helen ready to spit a retort, "Is that all you think I…" he paused when he noticed the smirk plastered across her face. Instead of finishing his remark he sighed in defeat. "You're never going to drop that are you?"

At that Helen broke into a genuine smile and walked towards him, "Young William, I'm afraid I won't be able to stop mentioning Sigrid," she emphasised the name, "until it no longer turns your cheeks that delicious pink colour." With that she brushed past Will and headed off in the direction of her office. Sighing he looked up for a moment only to see that Sally had moved back into view in the tank, the mermaids laughter filled his head as he turned and left.