As Blaise entered the next room, he realized that they were closer than he had first thought. She could have been anywhere in the large, grand Estate. It was a bit unexpected to see her in the foyer out of all places. However, location had ceased to matter, especially since his gaze had been glued on the situation before him. Eyeing the cat slightly, he allowed his eyes to trail towards Daphne. The expression and actions that she had been performing that that very moment were beyond attractive to Blaise. She was indeed the perfect woman in every single way. Taking the feline as a favor had almost left his mind completely, as his eyes studied the two of them, more so on her than the animal.
With a maddening expression or not, Blaise hardly noticed the difference because it was Daphne. A simple nod greeted her at first, remaining completely calm through the situation. His disposition hadn't changed much, except the grin that had been tugging at the corners of his lips as the scene unfolded before him. "Good afternoon to you as well, love," he responded at first, even though she had made no gesture of the sort to begin with. Her entire being had been preoccupied by the feline. Why Mrs. Greengrass had decided on purchasing a cat knowing fully well on her daughter's reactions on different types of animals in general. "I would think a cat that you owned would have a bit of manners. It appears to hold none, then I it has no hope to even cling on."
As Daphne had used her free hand to make the view of the scratch upon her cheek better, Blaise merely tilted his head. If the wretched beast had temporarily marked her smooth cheek, he had second thoughts on allowing it to live within his own home. "A couple of rocks tossed into the sac would do the deed with no chance as well with your brilliant plan," he responded with a smirk of his own, not breaking his gaze upon Daphne. It hadn't taken him much longer before closing the gap between them with a couple of steps, completely intoxicated by her actions and words. Unable to contain himself any longer, he leaned his head close to her own, before pressing a soft kiss inches below the scratch. "I think we should put it out of it's misery." Cold, heartless. It was probably exactly what Daphne wanted to hear.
If he had been intoxicated by a couple of words and actions, only Merlin knew exactly what Blaise would feel after the cat ceased to exist.