Cooper nodded at Sarah's underwear comment, a look of comically serious consideration on his face. "True, true. Hadn't thought of that," he said, then could hold the mask no longer and let out a sharp snicker.<br/><br/>"Seriously though," he continued as they ambled down the hall and the broad stairs to her floor, "The atmosphere here's a lot tamer than you would have thought. Or than I would have, anyway. You'd have thought the place would be like freakin' Caligula or something, but it's more like ... well, a swanky hotel from a Bond movie."<br/><br/>He settled himself on the edge of her dresser for the brief moment it took him to spread her suit out over the railing, watched admiringly as she shimmied into her underthings. "Oh, I don't know," he mused, then took a look around the suite as if noticing it for the first time. "Hey, this is really nice. They're elegant here, gotta give them that."<br/><br/>Descending again to the dining room, he chuckled at her mention of carrying her shopping. "Absolutely. You know guys are useless for advice on what to buy. I figure my contribution will have to be the heavy lifting." He squeezed her arm gently as they swung through the arch toward the nearest empty table.<br/><br/>"And the first rule of keeping fit is eat properly after exercise. A little protein, maybe some carb blasting, you'll be good to run a marathon. Or shop till you drop. Or I drop. Whichever."