Fleur sighed, and grabbed for a potion to sober her up. "Oh, Jean, zat stoopid idoot." She said, shaking her head. "'E 'ates when I cry. And I may 'ave been getting 'is 'elp in 'ow to do zis relationship zing since ze first time, when 'oo pushed me away."
With the potion taking effect, she was able to reel back the thrall to normal levels, she could never get rid of it, but it wasn't obnoxious, and it didn't really effect judgment, unless you were a hormonal teenager. "All right," she said, moving closer. "Better now." She sighed. "Let's talk."