"I'm not..." Fleur said, her voice soft, but she moved closer anyway. "I'm not trying -- it's been low all day..." But, really, how was she supposed to resist him when he had her pinned to the door. But then -- it wasn't really him, was it? It was the bloody thrall, which ws honesty more intense than she had ever felt in her life. In that moment, she was glad she wasn't a full veela.