It wasn't that she was unfamiliar with aggressive men. What she was rarely exposed to, though, was a man who remained eloquent with his words while in her presence, and she was quickly learning that she had never bothered to learn how to defend herself. Goodness, the moment Fleur met one she married him, didn't she? She felt very lucky for Guilian's attention, but the unstable ground shook her, and she wanted to go...
...but that look on his face...
She returned to speaking French, at least. "Guiliano, my apologies for the outburst, I would hate to insult you, it's just that..." Ugh. There seemed to come a pivotal time in every meeting with a new male that she had to come clean. "I am part-Veela, if you have not noticed, and it makes me quite attractive. Oh, oh, I promise I do not mean that in a selfish way- just look at the way you are acting and you will understand what I mean!" She sighed. Explaining herself always felt like losing some game.
Suddenly, even though the Montague boy was the one doing the pressuring, Gabrielle ended up feeling guilty. She had deceived another person, and owed him something small, at least. "So be it," she said. "You can show me all the best things, if that is what will fuel your smile." Keeping people happy was what she truthfully wanted. "My friends can wait for at least a short while. I have a portkey."
She would probably come to regret revealing this fact, because it only gave Guiliano one more excuse to keep her. The air around him seemed heavy again, almost possessing its own voice. So strange... what did it mean?