Gabrielle raised her glass in return again, smiling politely. Though she clearly was influencing his senses, Guilian was strange to watch. It was like he was trying to fight her control with smooth words, and though it shamed her to say, it was beginning to work. This was not fair...!
Her cheeks turned pink at his encouragement. "Ehm," she peered about the room, looking just a bit less sure than before, "I do not think I am allowed to just... just take over the scheduled entertainment for the night, Guiliano." The man's goings-on about his money made her want to be rebellious, though, as he could truly be of service to her future. Lee Jordan was a humble man, and did not hold the sway of a name like Montague.
She could not believe she was about to say what she was about to say, and she took a rather large swig of champagne before putting on a pretty face and making an entirely uncharacteristic suggestion. "If it means that much to you- if it really, really does- and believe me, I would never say anything like this to someone I just met if I did not think it truly meant something to them, but..." Her hands reached nervously for her own hair as she kept smiling. "Maybe I can show you later? I mean... by ourselves? You know, for business!"
...She knew right away that it was a terrible thing to propose. Her eyes became saucer-sized. Fleur would likely kick her out of the house and disown her or something if she heard of her little sister's debauchery! And Morag, Morag would take one of her new pairs of shoes and choke the Veela's lovely voice right out of her! The younger Delacour put her glass down and moved to stand up. English clumsily left her lips. "I am sorry, ehm... eet eez late. My friends, zey would prefair eet eef I returned to zem!"