Madame Saru noticed Drake’s small swallows and smiled on the inside. At least he wasn’t completely immune to her, she thought. She had begun to wonder whether ice water flowed through his veins or whether there might be some hot blood in him after all. Blushing slightly at his words, she knew that she could not hide her intentions or reactions as well as Drake.<br/><br/>She nodded as he mentioned the funhouse. “Yes, it’s very close to here. Two quick turns on the Fairway should take us there.”<br/><br/>Her eyes feasted upon his movements as he stood up and finished his wine. She noticed his hands, how long and slender his fingers appeared. She met his gaze as she rose to join him, her movements fluid and graceful by nature. Her dress swirled about her legs slightly, as though a wind moved it, or as though she were twirling it. Neither of which was the case.<br/><br/>Placing her hand lightly upon his arm and looking up at him from her petite stature, she smiled once more and indicated he should follow her lead. She slid her hand along his arm until their arms were locked together. Pretending not to notice the effect this had upon her, she started to lead him towards the Parlour door.<br/><br/>“Now, I know you’re aware I have some psychic abilities, but I don’t think you’re aware of how far they extend. I should probably tell you that I come from a long line of mediums, all of whom are able to converse with the dead.”<br/><br/>She waited for him to open the Parlour door before exiting, taking up his arm once more as they left and guiding him swiftly to the Funhouse.<br/>