With Lavender squirming in Fleur's lap, Gabrielle's sharp teeth grazed the other side of Fleur's neck. Like many times they were like this, Gabrielle felt the urge to mark Fleur as hers but…her Veela resisted it to Gabrielle's continued confusion.
"She asked you a question," Gabrielle growled into Fleur's ear. "I will not let you come until you answer her…" To make her point more succinct, Gabrielle tugged again at her sister's hair.