Drake was a businessman... and an iron-cast one at that. His brain was accustomed to go right on its tracks when thinking about things like buying, selling or... fixing objects. So, he managed to maintain himself collected enough while Madame made her recount about her trouble with the device.<br/><br/>"I will need to have a look at it obviously.." he said "...maybe with a direct exam I will be able to make out what has happened. Although I am still a bit worried about what I could find... it is not like there are that many things on Earth that may mess up that... item."<br/><br/>He shook his head and looked at her.<br/><br/>Bad idea, since he felt another warm wave surge through his veins... especially when she moved her curvaceous figure to adjust her dress, so it covered her thigh. That was something of human nature that Drake had always been curious about... why sometimes an exposed thigh could have to a man seeing it the same effect of a - say - naked breast was something that escaped Drake, and still here he was, experimenting the inponderable.<br/><br/>He forced himself to self control. That darn woman had bugged him that way since the first time he met her... and without an apparent reason. She was a Kitsune... he knew that much despite having never seen her turn into fox-woman, and a source of possible danger since her powers were far from small.... his self-preservation instinct would have advised him to keep his distance.<br/><br/>And still...<br/><br/>Drake was a pragmatic man and he always found useless giving things different names from their own. Attraction was attraction.<br/><br/>And business was business.<br/><br/>"Can you show the item to me?" he asked.