Drake smiled at Lana and cocked an eyebrow when she looked up into the rafters, "There's only one 'o me, luv. N'er fear. It won't be rainin' Drakes...as loverly as that may be", he teased. Inhaling slightly, his skin tingled all over...his heightened senses were alive and crawling with the energy coming off of Lana's body; he smiled at the woman, wondering what an intimate evening would leave him feeling.

Snapping him out of his reverie came a mousey little 'eep' followed by a sweet little thing full of apologies and sporting two rosy red cheeks. Drake's back arched and he stifled a growl...he inhaled and his mind screamed 'prey'!

Drake towered over the girls and let them do the talking as he checked them out. He had spent a bit of time with Lana and knew she was a tough little bird...the feral respected that. This one, however, was a nervous wreck...his eyes narrowed as he centered his senses on her and came away with something he definately did not like... "Name's Drake, luv", his voice lowered, "...so, you're a telepath, are ya?". Telepaths made Drake nervous. He liked to keep his thoughts to himself...mostly because they were not what civilized people like to hear...his thoughts were many times irreverrant...many times perverse...many times murderous. He grew to recognize telepaths, they had a certain scent...certain chemicals firing in their brains...he knew them and this quivering little rabbit was one of them. Prey.

Drake smiled and put his hand gently on Lana's shoulder, "Please do join us, Gwen. I was just about to give Miss Hawaii here the Platinum Tour", his tone was assweet as cherry pie, but that was for Lana's benefit. 'Wolf in sheep's clothing' should be tattooed on this man somewhere...of course, with his healing factor, it would just disappear within minutes.