Justine touched Fela's arm lightly. It wasn't meant to be invasive or make her uncomfortable, but physical contact always soothed Justine herself and so.. she tended toward assuming it worked for other people too. "It's okay," she said tenderly, offering that slightly dazed smile she kept wearing.
"I've known him a long time, I recognize signs of attraction in everyone." Then she let go of Fela's arm and leaned on the counter, propping her elbow on the surface and resting her head on her palm. "It's normal and you shouldn't feel guilty for it. Though it's overwhelming at first.." and always after. But she didn't say anything. Justine couldn't resist looking at Thomas again, but she didn't linger over him for long before looking at Fela.
"His secrets aren't mine to tell, suffice to know he's not completely human," she spoke lowly and leaned close to Fela so her voice wouldn't carry. The music was loud and troublesome, and probably stopped their conversation from being overheard entirely. But living a life of secrets, privacy and White Court politics meant Justine was always cautious.