Her thoughts were still transfixed upon her problems, when one of her senses started to tickle the back of her mind. Her kitsune sense of smell was quite advanced. In fact, she could probably smell better than some bloodhounds. Upon smelling a particular brand of Port being served, she opened her eyes and caught her breath. There he was, as if summoned by her thoughts...Drake. She knew he might show up, but wasn't expecting him quite this soon.<br/><br/>Her eyes raked over his tall, slender frame, grateful that he had not spotted her yet so that she might take a few extra moments to drink him in. She had never really hidden the fact that she found him attractive, her natural flirting always present. However, she would not admit to many just exactly what she thought of Drake. She could feel her pulse quicken, and her body react, telling herself he was just a man, to calm down. Watching him glance around the room, she resumed her relaxed position, eyes half closed, desperately trying to slow her breath.<br/><br/>Saru's heart skipped a beat as she heard his smooth even tones address her. Opening her eyes, she gave him her best smile and reached forward to touch his knee gently.<br/><br/>"Drake! The pleasure and privilege is all mine, I assure you. I am so very happy you are here...I need you...err...your assistance."<br/><br/>She blushed furiously, but did not move her hand away, at least not yet.