Cooper gave a quiet chuff of laughter and leaned into her hand, resting his face in her grasp for a moment. "Your size is 'hell yes' far as I'm concerned. But if it makes you feel better, I wouldn't know what it means even if you did tell me."<br/><br/>Presented with the choice of underpants, he scratched at his sideburns and assumed an expression of exaggerated concentration. "Hmm. Tough decision there. Now number one there, that'd show you off to good advantage all right. On the other hand, those string-in-the-back ones always look uncomfortable. Number two looks nice and form fitting. Mm, and high cut at the leg." He looked from the panties to Sarah, back to the panties, back to her, his mind's eye cast over the arch of fabric around her thigh and down around, wrapped snugly around the full curve of her bottom ... He blinked and nodded. "Number two. Definitely."<br/><br/>The shop assistant hadn't even registered with Coop until Sarah pointed her out. He crooked an eyebrow in her direction and one corner of his mouth ticked up. "What has she, never seen people buying underwear together? Or is she afraid I'm gonna want to see something in tiger stripes? Come to think of it, maybe I oughtta just ask her," he said, half raising an arm.