"You are welcome." Oleg replied softly. Not for the first time, he imagined turning his head when Chloe kissed his cheek; imagined their lips meeting and . . . things going so much father than friendship. Before he could stop himself he was watching Chloe walk over to her computer, watching the way her hips and bottom moved before he looked down at his shoes and covered his face by taking a drink of coffee. The big guy looked up again, dismayed that it was a Luthor responsible for Chloe's bad mood, now softened by coffee. He just could not get his head around the Luthors.<br/><br/>At Chloe's smirk, Oleg returned an unsure smile. On the one hand, he did not think that people should just take bullying and never retaliate, but on the other, he worried that it would make things worse for Chloe next time. The big guy trusted Chloe not to take things too far or do something too bad. "Please be careful with the Luthors, Chloe. I would not want to see you get hurt." He said with more than friendly concern. "I know you are the best . . . I guess I just worry too much." The big guy laughed a little at himself. He did not doubt Chloe's abilities, not at all, but with all the money the Luthors had to throw around . . . they could probably afford some very good people and they were not against making people's lives miserable out of spite.<br/><br/>Oleg shifted on the couch. "Chloe, do you think, after school . . . you would have time to come help me? I am having some trouble with some of the math work we are getting." And he was, but really, what he wanted some time alone with Chloe.