Blaise grinned madly and returned to dancing. "How would you know you're not my type? I might be hiding my deep secret lust for you by saying you aren't." He snorted which ruined the attempt to convince her otherwise. He laughed and glanced at the girl again, smiling. He was flirting but that was just how Blaise was. "I know!" he said, but the loud music and people around them prevented him from being heard. He moved a little closer and leaned toward her. "You dance a half of a dance with your muggle and I dance one with mine..then we come back and drink some more." He frowned trying to remember where it was going. "Oh! You aren't a puddle of ginger gooeyness, so you need another drink." he finished after a minute.