Guilian had found her weak spot. Ever since being rescued at the Triwizard Tournament by Harry Potter, Gabrielle loved heroism. "I think the two of us together equal a force to be reckoned with," she said, fighting the fact that her legs felt something like jelly. She had yet to identify his dark magic, and that he thus did not need the petite blonde for safety- even in the loosest definition.
"Perhaps you could teach me more Italian than I currently grasp," she said unconsciously. The response came as a sort of reflex for admirers- not Gulian specifically. She'd gotten the offer before. He had to go and throw in the music reference, though, and again she was struck. Suddenly the part-Veela was considering the tutor possibility for real.
Antonin had already explained the magical restrictions, but she nodded politely. Guilian was standing rather close to her at the roulette wheel, and she decided to see just how willing he was to listen to her.
Not breaking eye contact with him, and thus not looking at the wheel as she chose, either, she pointed blindly at the numbers. "Zat one," she smiled softly, batting her eyelashes. Just because he knew what she was now did not make him entirely immune. She locked her gaze into his, still pointing, still not seeing what she had chosen. Maybe she was just feeling too lucky to even look, hmm?