"Sorry, am I boring you?" Fleur asked, smirking a little. It always amused her how easily she could keep a man's attention, and how much more difficult it was to engage in a lasting conversation with a woman. She glanced towards the window, not seeing what was so important about the Weasley children playing Quidditch and the rest of the family and friends watching from the ground.
Then, because Fleur was nothing if not blunt, she pointed to the sky full of brooms and said, "Zere are some people 'oo zink zat you would be better wiz Bill zan me. Per'aps you are one of zem?"