"Stories will do just fine," she smiled, suspecting Guilian would be a splendid, perhaps exaggerated storyteller.
"No, eet does not bozzer me," she said, even as she looked over at the woman to see for herself. Sure enough, Guilian was right, and Gabrielle actually felt bad. If both parties in the dancing couple could not keep their eyes off of a young pair minding their own business, she worried about the stability of the relationship. She was part-Veela and, to some extent, the man could not help it, but Guiliano Montague was just a man.
Deciding it would be better to be out of their seats and moving, she asked with a smile, "Would you like to dance? I do not zink I can wait anymore!"