Helen might be convinced to kiss him again, but it will certainly be a while. She might want to, but that would be giving in too easily. She has to make him work for it, has to make them work for it. Besides, Helen and Nikola have always had a sort of dance going. They move closer and then apart and then closer and apart. Always dancing. Never standing still. Kissing him again too soon would be a betrayal of their dance, standing still when she should be backing away.

"To Vienna." Helen lifts her glass just a little higher in her toast before tilting it to sip, her eyes never leaving his and the gently playful smile on her face remaining. A long time has passed since she felt this free. Somehow she has a feeling that being with Nikola will be good for her. He has ever been a constant in her life and she doesn't see that changing. With luck, it never will and she will lean on him well into eternity.

Lowering her glass again, she finally casts a glance at the map again. "Shall we find its secrets tonight or leave that for the morning?"