Guilian kept the smug look on his face. planning another meeting with Gabrielle - even under the guise of a business meeting - bode well. He couldn't imagine what would happen if he never saw her again.
"True, true. It wouldn't be an indulgence if we had it available all the time." He gave a wistful sigh. Some things really should only be handled in small doses, although he wondered if it was selfish to think that he could indulge in Gabrielle's presence longer.
She was making a valiant effort at her English, but even he could see the menu was somewhat tricky. "You would think Malfoy, of all people, would put his menu out in French?" He took it from her and nodded. "That's a fine choice. It should go well with the wine. A waiter quickly came, and he placed their order, glancing at Gabrielle when he said the name of her salad. He hoped she could be a quick study.
Food and drinks ordered, he heard her first question. For the first time all night, he consciously looked away from her, gathering his thoughts as he considered his answer. His finger traced patterns on the silk tablecloth, his thoughts suddenly a little darker as he thought about his own family.
"I've not spoken to him since then, unfortunately. But he's a busy man, and quick to anger." That was a bit of an understatement. "He'll be home in Verona, but I'm giving him some... space... to calm down."
No doubt Don would be waiting at home for him to come grovelling and apologise for his 'misdeeds'. Guilian was, unfortunately, just as stubborn. He had every intention of doing the opposite - of waiting for his father to come and admit he was wrong. But he wasn't holding his breath waiting.