Jack laughed.  "It was a true Saku, not a dare.  Still, if you feel that visual aids would help you to spell out for us exactly what you would make the poor lad do, then by all means, he is at your disposal."  He knew that it was rather high handed to volunteer the lad for a visual demonstration, but then he had been late to an extend which went well beyond the pale of "fashionable" and into the realm of "rude".  Maybe being Saku's flannel graphic, or chalk board, would teach him not to be some damnably late next time.<br/><br/>"Well then, out with it!  I am dying know exactly what your plans would be, and I have absolutely no imagination of any kind!  Why I really am rather slow of wit, or so my father always said.  You really will have to act out your plans if I am to understand them at all!"  He put on his stupidest expression, which was easy after the three or so glasses of wine he had drank, and laid rested his chin on his hand to watch.