Guilian was worried that their meeting would be far too brief, and something told him that he truly would have lost more than an opportunity to hear her voice if he just let her leave so suddenly.
But just as quickly, she was apologising to him. When she revealed she was part Veela, it all suddenly made sense. The way he had been insatiably drawn to her; the way she had truly helped him completely forget all that worried him. Even the dark magic that whispered to him had been silenced for a while. Had it too been in her thrall?
Nodding in understanding, he didn't let his smile subside. "That would explain why all my worries seemed to have fled since I noticed you in the room. You do not need to apologise. It seemed that it was just the tonic I needed to pick me up from... unpleasant experiences. You do not need to apologise. No wonder I was stumbling around like an incoherent teen. I am normally far more suave."
Standing, he took his glass of champagne, and offered Gabrielle his arm. "Well wandering around with you on my arm would be the real reason for the smile. In spite of what you might think, there are a few patrons who do have less innocent intentions."
At the mention of the portkey, he nodded. "Ah well, that is wise, your safety is very important."
"So, do you know any languages other than French and English?" he asked as they made their way out of the bar and towards the main casino rooms. "This is a casino, and so why not visit first the rooms where fortunes are made and broken? Do you like games of chance?" His last statement could have been laden with so much innuendo, but he tried to cut back, as much as he could. It was a little difficult, but he was trying.