"Now that you mention it, I wonder what the advertising for this place looks like. If they advertise. I mean, have they got brochures they send out to travel agents or something? Jeez, can you imagine how those would read?" He snickered aloud at the thought. "They'd have a hell of a time sending it through the mail..."<br/><br/>Cooper drained the last of his wine and went to raise his arm to call over a waiter. Naturally, he had to stop in mid-gesture to avoid elbowing the one who had appeared just over his shoulder. Flummoxed again, Cooper twiddled an earlobe for a moment then asked for the dessert cart and the after-dinner drink list.<br/><br/>"Don't worry," he said, grinning at Sarah's wink. Damn, but didn't she have the prettiest eyes... "A little debauchery's good for the soul. Speaking of which." He glanced over at the almost architectural display of treats on the cart. "Go on. Be a devil."