"A very wise woman. That is an excellent way to take things." It was something Helena herself also practiced when given the opportunity. And she would certainly take advantage of this situation.
"I will not argue with that. Reciprocation only heightens the experience, I feel." Helena chuckled. She did like that sparkle in Irene's eyes, it was beyond enticing. While Helena did not claim to be intimate with the details of a dominatrix, she did take some pride in Irene considering her an equal. Though she was horrendously curious as to what exactly transpired in a dominatrix's bedroom, Helena did think she should take things one step at a time. After all, it had been one hundred and twenty years since her last sexual experience, it would be more than a little jarring to suddenly find herself beneath Irene in such a manner.
Even as brief as the moment was, Helena caught it, the way Irene had rested her cheek against her hand. She had not anticipated a reaction to that degree, but she was pleased by it and that it did seem to help Irene ground herself. But Helena well knew the need for a friend, for someone to be there when things truly seemed bad. And she would do everything she could to reground Irene, help her move past the unpleasant future she had. True Helena herself was not a creature who took to moving on from trauma well, but she could be a friend and hope that her kindness and compassion would help. "You are welcome. I am happy to help in any way I can." And she meant it.
Helena was pleased with Irene's opinion of the Farnsworth. While the Victorian woman wasn't opposed to cell phones, she would rather carry a Farnsworth with her instead. If only because it was something familiar to her, a link to her own world that helped give her a little grounding in this world. Oh she was barely keeping herself above water, but being in Irene's company it was easy to keep the darker swarm of thoughts and emotions she didn't want to deal with at bay. At the question of tea, Helena smiled warmly. "I would love some tea, thank you." She was never one to turn down the offer of tea. At the invitation to make herself comfortable, she looked at the couch, the burgundy leather all ready being both enticing and inviting. "I must say, you do have exquisite taste." She looked at Irene, a little smirk on her face and a glint in her eyes as she took a seat on the couch, which certainly did envelop her. She ran her long fingers along the leather, finding it very soft to the touch. "Mm very stimulating." The adjective was carefully and purposefully chosen. She did like testing the waters, so to speak.