Fleur nodded in understanding. So many problems in men could be summed up with that simple statement, "Eef you would like to elaborate, eet will not leave zis kitchen."
Fleur's chocolate had a strawberry filling, and she savoured it while rolling her eyes at Tonks. She made a little "bah!" noise as she finished her chocolate. "'Eight of perfection,' indeed!"
Shaking the box in Tonks' direction once more, she shrugged, "I suppose zat my problem wiz French Wizards ees not typical. All wizards - all men - zey do not see me. Zey like zee idea, and zey zink zey know me, but zey do not. Zen, eef I like zee boy een question, eet ees even worse, zis - zis -," Fleur gestured to her body with disgust, "Condition. Eet ees ridiculously 'ard to be an 'Alf-breed, and to find real love."