Fleur chuckled at Tracey's joke. "Maybe zhat much." She made no move to stop Tracey from refilling the glass. She had had her fair share of wine when she was a student so she really had no room to throw stones.
"I mean..." Fleur drew in a breath as Tracey's fingers brushed her skin. "Zhat..." she gestured to Tracey's hand but made no move to move it as she let the familiar scent fill her senses.
"Non, you are very attractive, chere." Fleur managed. She chuckled at Tracey's words. "Well, I appreciate zhe compliment, but you are a student..." fleur was aware of just how ironic that argument was.