Gabrielle kissed Guilian in a way that the frantic, spitfire girl at Beauxbatons would not have appreciated. Her motions were slow and deliberate as she dared to explore just a bit more of his mouth, not pulling away in regret as she had the last time.
The girl's pale arms gently found their way from Guilian's shoulders to about his waist, and when their lips parted at last, she held on. Blue eyes sparkling with satisfaction and mischief, Gabrielle exhaled. It was as if she had forgotten to breathe; he had taken the most basic of human functions from her. There was something strange about it all, even frightening, but Gabrielle could not stop staring at the man she was with. Something lurked within him that wished to possess her, and she was not moved to stop it.
"You are a most pairfect escort," she said, putting a bit of distance between their faces for the sake of seeing him. "I am glad you asked me 'ere..."