"Oh you have?" he asked, interested again in the idea. At the mention of the types of crowd she was singing for, he nodded, approving of the type of company. Although he didn't know the name Entwhistle, the other names were well placed in society. "The world would be at a great loss, if you did not share your voice with it more often."
Guilian knew that all well placed women learned skills such as singing and dancing, along with the charms and magic that most men would take for granted. He knew of his sister's deep desire to be a 'lady', and he couldn't help but smirk at the fact that perhaps she would really love to meet Gabrielle.
Their food was prepared well, and was tasty. Gabrielle's salad was dainty, and he wondered if she truly was only hungry for that, or if she was just eating it out of some need to be polite. He'd seen his mother eating like a bird, only to complain of being starving later on. They ate in a companionable, and polite silence. "You know, I often wonder why they insist on putting a meal on such a big empty plate." He looked down at his half finished meal as he sipped on the wine. "Is it to make us order more dessert?"
Again, the mention of dancing had her smile brighten. "Well of course I can," he said proudly. "I would hate for your talent to go to waste. Italy's finest dancing instructors taught me what I know." Of course, there was no need to tell Gabrielle about all the other skills he learned from his dancing instructor. But perhaps one day, he would be able to share those skills with her.
The thought left a hint of a challenging smirk on his face. "Do you prefer being here in England to back home in France?" He wondered what had brought her here.