Irene certainly was becoming a woman that Helena felt a kinship towards. Helena was not an easy case to crack, especially now, after having lost her daughter. She was reluctant to let people in very far, to let them unravel her outer barriers to see the woman inside. She would never admit such a thing, but she was afraid of being happy, truly happy, and after the events of the last two years, she didn't believe she deserved to be happy. But whatever she could achieve with Irene, if it could perhaps take the edge off of her inner sadness and pain, that would be enough. It would have to be enough. Keeping the smile firmly in place, she chuckled softly, her eyes still conveying her feeling that she wished to pursue this further. "Then I do believe we are two parts of a very similar soul. I shall most certainly enjoy discovering your mysteries and discovering you." Just as Irene was not one to hand over the power over herself, Helena was reluctant to let someone see the whole her, and that included the less-than-savory fact that she was a cold blooded murderer and she didn't exactly regret that fact except for one or two certain circumstances.
"Jolly good, then I shall take advantage of your hospitality. And should you ever wish to pay me a visit, you are most certainly welcome to." She finished off her cake and sat back in her seat, sipping at her tea, her gaze still as yet glued to Irene. "I dare say that would be rather irritating to have people constantly outside your door. And undoubtedly a few people wishing to take part in the activities within." Of course she herself was extremely curious about witnessing such a thing, but she was not quite the type to just outright ask. After all, sometimes an audience made things awkward, others made it more enjoyable. So she would simply wait and see if Irene ever gave her an invitation on the matter.
[OOC: Sorry for the repost! Grammar fail was bothering me. >_>]