Guilian nodded, knowing that if all she wanted was stories, then that's what he would provide. But he would, of course, still visit the finest Chocolatier in all of France. He would hate to return empty handed. But he knew he needed something to focus on whilst he was with Lestrange. It would be one way to keep himself centred, and not get lost with the darkness, should it seek to overtake him.
He was glad she wasn't bothered either. He'd noticed the others watching them, but his interest was purely at this table, nowhere else.
At the invitation to dance, he smiled, and gave her a bow. "Why of course, mademoiselle." Standing, he took her arm, the touch and the closeness far better than being across a table from her as they walked to the dance floor.
The music changed and he held her close as the dance started, his feet gliding softly as he led her in a rather robust foxtrot. She was so very light and agile on her feet, almost as if she was made of air, and Guilian had no trouble with the fast paced dance.
"You dance divinely, my dear." Again Guilian wondered just why he felt so drawn to her. He didn't for a minute believe it was the Veela touch in her, but something on a deeper level. He'd work it out eventually, but he only hoped he had another chance.