Laughing out loud probably wasn't the best response to that. He could feel Sarah's entire body flash stiff with mortification, then turn limp furnace as she blushed from soles to hairline.<em>Blushing - still adorable,</em>Coop thought, and hugged her to him. In truth, her embarassment was a reprieve from having to come up with a really hot stunt off the top of his head.<br/><br/>"Hrmk. I'm sorry, Sarah, I shouldn't laugh. It's just ... It's really good to hear you enjoyed that. Call it performance anxiety." His hands were roaming at random over her back, and almost on its own volition one wandered down to settle atop one soft cheek. The one with the ladybug, Cooper thought, and absently started tracing the muscle's outlines with his fingers as it trying to find the tattoo by touch.<br/><br/>"But since you ask, when you're ready I've got a couple other tricks. Didn't want to go through them all right off the bat." He hiked an eyebrow and tilted his head to look into her eyes. Was she feeling a little freer now? He felt a little like some kind of weird therapist, working to help Sarah shed her inhibitions as his unexpected new career was forcing him to abandon his. If he could do that for her - help her feel able to ask for what she wanted, without embarassment, no matter how pretty she was flushed - this whole wack experience would have been for the good.