"Wal...pur....gis," she sounded it out, not quite knowing what he was referring to. In honesty, she knew very little about him, and had passed judgment quite prematurely. His frankness required her own, though, so turning a bit pink in the cheeks, she admitted, "In terms of your story, ehm...I have only heard of your name with 'Death Eater' in the same sentence, and... that's about it. It was all in the past, of course, but I have a hard time getting over things like that, and..." Her blue eyes caught his, and the Veela felt bad. "So sorry," she apologized again, having done so quite a lot in this particular conversation. The girl merely hoped Antonin understood why she felt so cautious.
The mentioned shops again ignited in her thoughts of a luxurious past, and she did not hide a dreamy sigh. A London visit sounded more fantastic by the moment. She had, however, never been in a casino. "I have done no sort of gambling, really," she said, matter-of-factly. "Is there... entertainment there?" That would be fun... and convenient.
Tapping her foot a time or two, she realized that her own safety had not been assured. Jumping backward in topic, and hoping not to be reprimanded for it, she asked, "By the way, this contract with the primary school... could my name be put on it?" Her voice sped up considerably, becoming ironically bird-like. "I do not mean to trouble you, you see, but Fleur is covered to a great enough extent and I did some amount of thinking on it and found no easier or more convincing alternative, so if you would please consider, though you have no reason to, and I have been impolitely suspect of your intentions..."