Jamie listened for a moment... yes. She was definitely asleep. Her breathing was slow and regular. Time for the games to begin.<br/><br/>He closed his eyes, concentrating on the closed window below him. His mind ran along the door, feeling it out. Finding its weaknesses. There was a small, simple lock. Just a small hook through a loop. Naive. He pursed his lips gentle and blew. A tiny draft flitted through the gap between the two windows, twisting and writhing. It pushed against the small hook, and in moments, it flipped over, allowing the triumphant wind to gently pushed the windows open.<br/><br/>Jamie opened his eyes with a knowing smile. He jumped, fingertips brushing the guttering as he swung into the bedroom, coat flying behind him. His black boots sank silently into the plush white carpet. There she lay, a delicate blonde for him to corrupt. He closed the window gently and crept across the room, closing the hall door. He turned towards the bed, looking down upon her. In the end, humans were cattle. Nothing more. He lay gently beside her, careful not to touch. He closed his eyes.<br/><br/>He pushed out his mind, probing her dreams. The breeze ruffled her hair a little as she slept. He searched for her deepest fantasy...