Helena allowed Cooper to hold her hand for a little, gazing into his eyes as she did so. She had to smile a little as the eye-contact lengthened and a delicate blush appeared on her pale cheeks just before she looked down and away. This was… interesting. It had been an awfully long time since she’d enjoyed such attention from a man. Yes, at least from anyone who wasn’t entirely inappropriate. She retrieved her hand then, composed her features a little. “Now mister Cooper…” she said as the smile slowly crept back. The brandy was making it hard to keep a straight face. “What kind of lady would I be to accept such an invitation?”<br/><br/>Oh yes, she still considered herself a lady. She’d been brought up to be.<br/><br/>Retiring to private quarters. Really now. A walk in the park, that might have been an acceptable proposition. Though it was hardly the hour. A visit to the the theater, maybe... Those were the kind of invitations she might accept if the gentleman was to her liking. And only then. It wouldn’t do to give false hope.<br/><br/>“And from a gentleman I hardly know too…”<br/><br/>She went on, shaking her head before downing the last of her drinks, the dregs more brandy than cocoa thanks to Cooper topping it up.