Gabrielle swallowed hard, and the guilt hit her like it always did. Ugh, she could get so much from people if she were just a touch more merciless. The younger Delacour, though, was compassionate. Zut...
"Leesten," she sighed. "You are most delightful, and I cannot wait to be working wiz you. Really, zough, before we start anyzing, pair'aps you should get a night's sleep on zinking about all of eet." She looked very intensely into his eyes, making sure he heard her completely. "We must make sure zere eez no danger."
While the concern was true, really she just wanted to be positive he wasn't helping based only on her mystical pull. While being a portion Veela was unfairly persuasive, it was very possible for Gabrielle to drag people into awful situations. It had happened before. THAT would make her a dark creature, and Umbridge's decree made this entire thing quite a bit more complicated than a few blonde smiles and boyish nods.
"You understand, oui?" She delivered this question with her kindest smile.