Helena stood to bid Cooper goodbye and stumbled a little as she rose from her chair, suddenly feeling very light in the head and unstable on her feet.<br/><br/>"Just as well I believe," she said as she gripped the back of her chair for balance, "A couple more drinks and I fear someone would have to carry me upstairs." She had to giggle at that. She had a full figure, to put it gently, and the image of someone trying to carry her up the two flights of chairs that led to her room was quite amusing.<br/><br/>She only barely suppressed another giggle when he kissed her hand but there was no way to suppress the blush. No-one had kissed her hand before,<em>ever</em>, and Cooper doing so made her feel warm and flushed. "Yes... Yes, perhaps..." she spluttered as he suggested they might meet again, struggling to remember what etiquette her mother had taught her. Never give a man false hopes was one of them. A lady should not agree to meet a man again unless she was, at very least, interested. Thinking of that made her halt for a moment, and look Cooper over with a critical eye. He was a good-looking man, sharply dressed, charming enough and on the practical side he did have the ear of the major.<br/><br/>"I think I would like that," she said at last, meeting his eyes.