The wine arrived just as Gabrielle was talking and he tasted it first, nodding to the waiter who then continued to fill their glasses. "Oh I don't think luck has anything to do with that. There's something about you, Gabrielle - something that manages to draw all the happiness out, and make me forget my worries." He voiced his thoughts, but quickly added another thought.
"And I definitely don't think that has anything to do with your ancestry." He let her mull over that for a moment as he raised his glass to her in a silent toast for her qualities. She was an intriguing woman indeed.
He listened carefully as she explained her reasoning. Draco had been a prat at school, from what he remembered. But then again, they'd all been a bit like that. But he shook his head. "Oh, no, he's not a friend. Well, really just an old house mate. We were not that close, and well, then I left Hogwarts for Durmstrang. But he was a prat at school. I think we all were at some time or another."
"You don't need to apologise to me." He offered up a genuine smile. "It's obvious that you love your family, and your friends very much." He used to be able to say the same about himself. His family - as much as he loved them - were just safer now without him.
As he took a sip of his drink, he came to a conclusion. "You have a great capacity to love." He didn't know why he stated the obvious, but even though she showed great loyalty, and great strength, her dislike of Draco showed she was perfectly, normally human in her emotions. He saw her struggle with the words. "Aggression?" he suggested. "You don't take me as the aggressive type, Gabrielle. Assertive, yes, aggressive, no."
The pinkness in her cheeks made him smile. It was such an endearing quality. Just then, the band started up, and the music began to play as some began to get up and dance. It was time to change the subject. "So what do you think about this type of music?"