Guilian thought he felt her skin start to rise in gooseflesh as he whispered across her ear. But he was completely attentive to her secret, keen to know more about what made her so alluring.
To say he was surprised by her words was not an understatement. "But you can't deny it is a part of who you are. You can no more deny it than I can deny I am a Montague." He almost scoffed at that thought. If his father had his way, he'd be disowned right now. Completely.
"There's more to you than the Veela, Gabrielle, I can just feel it. Don't ask me why. It makes you who you are. I always thought the Veela were very proud of who they are." He admitted his surprise. "But there's a whole lot more to you than just skin deep beauty, and with your permission, I'd like to get to know that a little more." It was the frankest admission yet of his somewhat rash intentions towards her, but it was honest truth.
As he twirled her around on the dancefloor again, he shook his head. "Well I can tell you one thing. Even if you had the choice, and you didn't have that heritage, I do believe we would still be here, dancing the night away."