"Scoff away, Ginger, you already know you are fucking fit." he said, sipping the scotch a little slower. The room was already spinning a bit, Blaise was feeling the alcohol. "Trying to make me give away all my secrets? I am a Slytherin, we don't fancy people." he snorted and rolled his eyes.
"Su would have killed me if I enjoyed one moment of New Years eve." he nodded sagely as if it made perfect sense to everyone. "Have to make her happy she has my daughter." He shrugged.
"You won't get one." he said slowly. "Or better yet, let's go get them prettied up. What could I add to mine to make it stand out?" He had set down the glass and pulled up the arm of his shirt to show her the brand that was over the dark mark. He hated the sight of both marks. "Of course the other tattoo just adds flair, maybe I should leave it alone." He didn't want to think of her getting branded anymore than anyone else, he couldn't stop the scowl that spread over his face.