Drake was a master in being poker-faced. His exquisite ability in that fine art, allowed him to maintain his bright smile and steady gaze, while she was touching his knee. He managed to ignore the shiver that ran up his spine and the sudden wave of heat that flooded his face. He managed even to bow slightly in her direction... after which, he needed a sip of Port Wine.<br/><br/>All in all, he felt nicely in control of himself.<br/><br/>Really.<br/><br/>Uhm...<br/><br/>"Sure.." he said in a low tone of voice "...I will be happy to give you all my... assistance. All of it. I mean.."<br/><br/>He forced his brain to gear into business mode. "..you wrote to me that you are having trouble with the... object that you acquired from my shop some time ago. I have to say that I was intrigued enough by your message... to come here at once. That kind of things does not malfunction easily... actually it should not malfunction<em>at all</em>. I am really curious to see what may be happened..."<br/><br/>Drake took another thoughtful sip of Port and let his gaze run over the curvaceous figure of Madame. He managed to do that<em>without</em>his blood becoming overly hot in his veins. He felt proud of himself.<br/><br/>"How are you? ... I hope that life has treated you well since we met last time.."