Irene smiled in agreement, taking another sip of tea. Oh, people could be categorised, yes, but not through any one method of thought. Under her whip though, that was different. People became a lot more easy to read in that situation. Nothing revealed the core of a person like losing themselves to the pain and pleasure she could provide.
What was positively delightful was Ms Wells' reaction to her words, and that look on her face as she agreed with Irenes preferences. Now this was a pleasant turn of events. Smiling back with more than a hint of promise in her eyes she replied "Well, it is very nice to find someone of a similar mind frame. Men really are tiresome, aren't they? In the long run at least. Women remain dynamic, surprising. They never cease being fun..." A grin played at the corners of her mouth and, spearing a piece of cake with her fork, she delicately licked some of the cream from the top, still looking at Helena with only partly concealed anticipation. This tea sharing had the potential to turn into something most delightful in the long run and she wasn't going to pass on the opportunity.
"Mmmm, they really do hit it, don't they." She ate the rest of the piece and put down the fork down, reaching for her tea again. "It's worth remembering. I think it was the first thing that truly made me feel at home after I arrived, coming here. That, and getting my own place. Not being used to apartment living, the complex was a little stifling." It truly had been, she couldn't think in the place. She needed her own space, something of her own, and Jim had been so kind to oblige and help her out.