Fleur sighed, flicking through the old photo album. "I don't know." She admitted. "Male Veela aren't as...jealous...as the females, and my cousin Henri can't shift at all, even in a rage, but he has some thrall." She looked down at her son. "My guess is that he'll have some thrall, but less than me and..." She paused, blushing pink. "And probably even less than if he were to have any sisters someday."