Fleur's handshake was firm and certain; she'd found that men tended to judge people by the confidence of their introduction, and- beauty or no- she had very little intention of allowing anyone the excuse to underestimate her. Perhaps that was unnecessary here, but habits died hard.
"Un quart," she confirmed, her smile a small, secretive thing which changed as Lupin looked away and explained himself. Eyebrows arched, eyes narrowing as she worked it through. The man was not quite human, and he could smell her own heritage on her.
Interesting.
"And you," she continued, still watching him, "you are special as well, oui?"