"An item?" Gabrielle took a moment to run the phrase through her inner English phrasebook, before coming up with the meaning. "Ah, an item. I suppose some would say that we are, indeed an item." The younger witch shrugged fluidly. "However, we are not, as you say, committed."
Veela rarely limited themselves to one lover, and often only in the interest of having children. Fleur took after their father's side, preferring to settle down, but Gabrielle was very much their mother's daughter and would only give the illusion of committment, if she even bothered with that. After all, the truth was so much easier to defend and maintain.
Gabrielle caught the double-entendre almost immediately and smirked at Ginny. "Not to worry, I would not keep you up all night with talking. There would certainly be plenty of time," And energy, Gabrielle added mentally, "To go to bed."
"We can leave whenever you wish," She added, waving a hand negligently. "I know her," Gabrielle said, referring to Amanda, "she will not see me until tomorrow after the game, and claim it was the champagne if I ask why she did not let me know she was leaving."
If the party had not been so enjoyable, Gabrielle had planned on seperating herself from Amanda that very night. As it was, she had changed her plans to stringing the woman along until she tired of the parties or she found another who could bring her to them. Something clicked in Gabrielle's head as she realized that if she was successful in getting Ginny into bed, she could continue being invited to these functions, with (if the rumors about Ginny were true) half the maintenance of her current lover. That made the prospect even desirable beyond Gabrielle's attraction to Ginny herself.