With the thought of a motorcycle ride in his head, Cooper finishes off his sandwich and wine at a leisurely pace. When he's done, he stands up.

"Right then. You'll be needin' a helmet." For himself, Cooper would only be wearing a pair of goggles. Vampires were made of sturdy stuff and wiping out wouldn't do too much harm to him. Nancy, on the other hand, he'd risk no harm coming to her.