Always the gentleman….<br/><br/>Drake actually was<em>forced</em>to behave gentlemanly with Madame Saru… especially in that predicament. He was forced to do that because the alternative was pin her to the ground and smother her with kisses and… else. Drake had by then realized that Madame was somehow pressing a lot of buttons inside him and many of them were having a definite effect on the temperature of his own blood. In fact, his businessman’s self control was the only thing restraining him from making some foolish move on her.<br/><br/>Drake’s life had been… peculiar to say the least, and he was more than accustomed in dealing with the supernatural. He had actually developed a sort of… taste for the unusual with time, and the fact that Madame was a kitsune did not intimidate him at all. On the contrary, he found that thought rather arousing… as if he needed to be more aroused than he already was! Drake was really treading on dangerous ground… on the borderline of what was really acceptable for a businessman. And that was something that happened to him in EXTREMELY rare occasions.<br/><br/>In fact, Drake had to admit to himself that if it was only a question of “liking”, things would have been much easier. Unfortunately, the urge that Drake was feeling about Madame was something much more deep and powerful… his mind was indulging in thoughts about things he would like to do with her that involved much more than simple kissing, and Drake’s imagination could be<em>very</em>explicit in things like that. Especially given Madame’s curvaceous forms and round bottom.<br/><br/>It was almost a gift from the gods the sudden presence of the spiritual entity. Drake’s mind could unclench itself momentarily from that slew of sensuously dirty thoughts and focus again on the situation. That ghostly form was not entirely unexpected to him… although he was still unsure of its true nature, his initial suspects seemed actually confirmed by that manifestation.<br/><br/>He felt the air suddenly freezing and recognized that as a hint of poltergeist-like manifestation… and this seemed to support his little theory, too. If he was right, this one was a<em>very</em>old chap… so old that probably Madame could have problems actually speaking with him, unless she knew Phoenician, that is.<br/><br/>Oh well… Drake was there for a reason and he would be ready to do his best to aid. The manifestation seemed to have disappeared and drake’s nose was telling him that the entity had left that place in a hurry… where did that one go was obviously everyone’s guess although Drake was being impressed by Madame’s medianic abilities and so he hoped she could be an asset in that particular chase.<br/><br/>He looked at her straightening her dress… and heard her words.<br/><br/>“Shall we?”<br/><br/>Drake chuckled. He was already making a fool of himself and Madame was a sharp one. No use in trying to mend the damage already done… and so he simply smiled and let the smartass side of him have a go at her. “Oh …it would be a dream come true for me.” he said in a light tone “But given the situation I think we are forced to chase the intruder, instead…. Any ideas of where he could have gone?”<br/><br/>He waited for her answer, smiling and with a mischievous hint in his green eyes.<br/>