Guilian knew that if she were as innocent and pure as she was beautiful, there would be a moment when this night would soon end.
Alas, it came, and as she spoke of her friends, he saw the rise of colour in her cheeks. "Of course, you must." He nodded graciously, stepping back and letting her leave, as reluctant as he was for that.
She was already leaving by the time his voice came to him, a smile for the diminutive of his name she had coined. "Bonsoir, Mademoiselle Gabrielle." His smile for her was warm, and he knew that things were never going to be the same again.
Standing there for the longest time, he felt something inside that was fluttering out of sync with his heartbeat, and he knew that somehow, some way, he was gong to prove to her that he wanted her for more than just her beauty. Anyone who could suppress the darkness like that was the sort of witch he was truly intent on seeing again.
Come hell, or high water. One way or another, he was going to make her his.