Drake had always been the perfect model of a businessman with her, and while Saru might have caught glimpses of his attraction to her before, she had never felt it quite so evidently pressed against her leg. And from the feel of things, he certainly wasn’t small in the game. At his blush, Madame became even more confused. She could sense a battle of will versus desire within him and wanted to reach out and assure him of her desires as well.<br/><br/>As he took her hand within his and said her name, she felt her heart skip a beat. Always the gentleman, she thought. She steeled herself to hear whatever it was he might say. She fully expected him to mutter some apology and pretend that his attraction did not exist. She looked up into his eyes, but he didn’t speak. He simply looked down at her with that sad, sorrowful look upon his face. All she wanted was to reach up and pull him down into a searing kiss. To reach out and brush his hair back out of his face, and kiss him; kiss him again and again until everything else faded away. But, she knew this was not possible. Not here, not now…<br/><br/>She was about to say something when he looked up towards the ceiling. Moving her attention away from Drake and his body pressing into hers, she immediately sensed another presence. She did not have to see it to feel it. The hairs at the back of her neck stood on end, and she felt the air chill around them. As Drake leapt to his feet, she followed suit, rising swiftly behind him.<br/><br/>Madame could not help but smile at his words. A fool of himself? If only he knew just how much she wanted him. There was no end to the depths of her desire for this tall, handsome man before her. Her mind kept toying with her, bringing up images of them in the throes of passion. Lips locked, bodies ravaging each other…And if she wasn’t flushed enough from the recent excitement, she blushed further at hearing him call her sexy, she was distracted for but a moment.<br/><br/>In a flash, she spotted the specter out of the corner of her eye. As with all ghosts, they never liked to show themselves directly to anyone. If you saw them at all, it was by chance, when you weren’t really looking. She knew the tell-tale physical signs, however. “Yes, I see it, Drake. And it definitely doesn’t belong here.”<br/><br/>Moving towards where the ghostly figure appeared, Madame felt the air getting colder around her. Goosebumps rise on her flesh. The air is so cold that she can see her breath come out in a fog before her. But then suddenly the temperature returns to normal. “Whatever it is, it doesn’t want to be seen or noticed in any way. We better keep going.”<br/><br/>Turning to Drake, Madame finally notices the disarray of her dress as she sees his eyes wander for a split second to her cleavage. Quickly turning her back, she adjusts her dress, smoothing it out. Chuckling nervously as she turns back to him, she smiles and reaches out to take his arm. “Shall we?”