Helpful was one way of putting it. Personally, Cuthbert would have considered that look more helpful if it hadn't just made him mildly uncomfortable in his trousers. Which was absolutely not his fault. It was the alcohol. Definitely and absolutely the alcohol, and nothing more than that. Definitely nothing to do with beautiful women giving him sexual looks. Nope. Alcohol.

Clearing his throat, he grinned back, patting her on the shoulder. "You ought to go and join the theatre," he commented lightly, helping her up onto the first landing. "You feeling alright?"