Fleur turned slightly in his arms, so she could face him entirely, and made a quiet sound of contentment. "That will be nice." She said, a bit of a twinkle in her eye. "I am glad your mother could not spare the room to put me in a different room again with all the refugees." She ran a hand down his chest. "Like at new years, when I had to sneak to your bedroom like a naughty schoolgirl."