Shrugging, Fleur was in no mood to talk philosophy with a student at the moment. If Tracey was at all like Fleur was at that age, she was sure that Tracey'd wouldn't change her mind.
Trying to ignore the sultry grin, which she failed to do horribly, Fleur took a moment before answering. "NO one knows of my preferences because I do not advertise eet. Zhat ees not to say zhat I 'ide eet. I do not." Fleur said simply. It was hard to get any really strong points out while being distracted by the familiar scent. "Zhere ees a difference een 'iding and just being discreet. I am sure eet some parents of students knew, zhere would surely be a few complaints, but Dumbledore ees a good man and would not 'old eet against me."
"I should not be allowing zhis." Fleur chuckled and shook her head. As Tracey moved closer, Fleur's gaze fell on her again for a bit before she forced herself to break ig and opened the bottom drawer of her desk, taking out her stash of fine french cabernet. Popping the cork, she filled the glass again, taking a sip before handing it to Tracey. "Zhis never 'appened." she said in reference to the wine.