Gone were the talks of food, future indulgences, and the strain such things would be on any fitness routine or diet. While it was a fun little chat filled with enjoyment for one such as Ozzy, there was a gaping hole in the possibility of keeping it up for too long. That hole was... Nikki, of course. It was as if the longer he gazed upon said hole, the larger it got, until it was massive enough that he couldn't avoid falling right into it. Oliver could have avoided said expansion by not staring for so long at once, but why the hell would he waste a chance to treat his eyes? Doing so could only be considered an even greater benefit when it resulted in further treats for the rest of him.

His question wasn't much of a question at all; he knew that. The point of it all wasn't to receive an answer, but to get under the young woman's skin in a way that could be considered positive. He seemingly managed as much, to his satisfaction. "Doesn't need to be." Nikoleta licked her lips after the briefest contact of his thumb, and the need to refrain became a thing of the past. Everything was more than alright with her; it had been for quite some time now. Even so, he could never tire of hearing it. "Good. I'd hate for it not to be," he said as finally, one jut forward brought his lips into contact with hers. He hadn't yet released her chin, but he'd been waiting long enough to attack that his forward momentum wasn't stopping by the time he reached his goal. No, no, he didn't have it in him to stop until the blanket draped over them fell, and Nikki was left beneath him as his lengthy form stretched over her body.