The Powers that Be did not provide Drake with ice-cold water instead of blood… in fact, when Drake was born, the thing had probably been taken into consideration and discarded in favor of the more useful knack for poker-face. Drake was feeling really more affected than it was acceptable by Madame Saru, and yet he managed to maintain his composure and smile gallantly to her as she explained to him the position of the funhouse.<br/><br/>“I have always wanted to have a good look at your carnival..” he said “shall you lead the way?”<br/><br/>His gaze couldn’t help but twinkle a bit when she rose up… Drake’s eagle gaze had already noticed the blush that cutely colored her cheeks. And as she moved, her legs peeked out the folds of her dress, without apparent reason for doing so. Drake swallowed again and tensed for an instant as her arm locked together with his own.<br/><br/>There were things like physical attraction and magnetism. Drake knew about them and could cope with them… although it was very difficult to do that when they came at him<em>together</em>. Madame Saru was one of those captivating women who could enthrall with the sheer force of personality… and she was also curvaceous and petite, things that the most… physical side of Drake liked to no end.<br/><br/>He sighed to himself and forced his body to action. He opened the door of the Parlour and the both of them went out, heading for the Funhouse.<br/><br/>“Mediums? Really? Wow… I think I could have used your help in a couple difficult transactions that I had to do recently…”<br/><br/>They disappeared.<br/><br/><em>[exit to the Funhouse]</em><br/>