She tilted her head, looking at Guilian and wondering if he'd actually ever saved any damsels in distress. Gabrielle was willing to believe him, but doubted the Montague had done anything like Harry Potter or Jander Mulboon had done for her. ...Then again, was it fair to even compare?
Surprised to hear another toast, she raised her glass abruptly, wanting to keep up. Taking another sip, she decided she could have no more after the second serving. She would hate to do something stupid and then have Morag hear about it. In fact, the blonde was probably already in trouble... "Merci," she smiled, "A lovely wish." It was lovely indeed, and Gabrielle could at least enjoy it for now.
As usual, the kiss on the hand did not surprise her; it was something many men tried. The succeeding words provided little shock, either, but she certainly didn't mind them from such a gorgeous individual. Her thoughts trailed to Jander, and how he had disappeared again just after he had returned to her the entire world. They then tumbled to Lee Jordan, and how she forced him to go home and sleep before she accepted his help with her singing career. Allowing men their space to breathe after the sometimes-suffocating meets with her was the kind thing to do. Really, Gabrielle should have left Guilian to himself for the rest of the night, given the Veela influence AND given the champagne. Instead, just as she had allowed him to gamble his money, she allowed him more. Of course, the blonde did not notice the immediate regret that had shot into his mind.
"I would like that very much, Guiliano." She was sure to give him a very pretty and thankful look through her lashes. "I am leaving London within the week, though, and do not know how to find you outside of this!" She was genuinely disappointed.