Bill + Fleur
"That's true, I could have been," Bill said solemnly, a serious expression on his face. "I hear wicked temptresses tend to frequent galas like these."
He stood still as she fussed with his collar, a smile turning up the corners of his mouth as he watched her. "Why thank you," he murmured, his thumb rubbing against her waist where his hand was resting. "I do try my best." He lightly clinked his glass against hers before taking another sip and letting his gaze take in the room around them. "Would you like to dance?"