She couldn't help the small laugh when Victoire reminded her of the insult she used to use on her sister when she'd been younger. "Right out of one of those stories we used to read together." She nodded, with a small smile, easier to focus on those memories than the ones that involved Dylan.
Leave it to Victoire to start asking for details, "For the most part." She repeated flushing slightly not sure she could actually tell her sister she and Dylan had been sleeping together. "We were spending time together - going flying and I helped him look for a flat and some furniture." She shrugged, ignoring the ice cream that was now with in reach if she wanted it.
"He was just a friend, I tried to make it more - but he didn't want that." She told her sister quietly. "He didn't want me, but why would he? I'm a werewolf, and there's this bonding thing, and why would he want to deal with any of that?" She shook her head. "It was stupid of me to even bring it up, but I just ... I think I love him." Her heart wrenched as she said those last words.