Fleur simply gave a very predator like grin at Lavender as she questioned the sisters. Seeing the girl's wet sex, she smiled. "I wonder, what 'as made you so wet, amoure?" she teased.
"She does, doesn't she?" Fleur grinned more, pride of her fiance's body evident in her voice. When Lavender sat between the two predators, Fleur moved behind her, wrapping an arm around her waist.
"Oui." Fleur nodded, her lips on Lavender's shoulder where marks still remained from their last time in bed together. "She is a good little pet."