Bill's request for copies of her photos was a better validation for her talent than winning a competition. "Of course," She said. "I can show you zee entire collection I 'ave wiz me eef you come over for dinner some time, and you can pick whichever ones you like."
Fleur grinned wickedly, "Yes. I am good at everyzing." She had an urge to show him certain skills, but was able to squash that particular, Veela-driven urge quite quickly.
As Bill spoke, she got an idea of the depths of his intelligence. She knew that he had been Head Boy, and given his job he was obviously very clever, but that even his hobby required a lot of skill and smarts was impressive to Fleur. "Bravo, Bill, I am impressed," She said with a wink. "I would love to see some of your projects. Your fazzer seems like my own. 'E ees also very 'andy wiz zat sort of zing."