Blaise had grown up in a home where appearances were everything. When he was younger there had actually been times between his mother's suitors when they'd had little to no money, but no one ever knew it because Michalea had made certain that even in sparse times she and her son looked the part that had been allotted to them in life. It was this constant push for perfection (and the other secrets within the house) that his mother had instilled in Blaise that had formed him into a seemingly cold and shallow individual.
When Dani laughed at his comment Blaise simply shrugged his shoulders. "Just making sure you weren't suffering from delusions of grandeur." He was certain that the statement came off as hypocritical, however he knew there were no delusions in his life, it was just not an aspect of himself that he shared with others.
Again, the differences in upbringings showed between the two. The younger purebloods simply tended not to interact regularly with those who were older than they. This of course might have been due to the fact that their parents had lived through an entirely different world than they had. He'd heard the stories and knew that several pureblood parents had taken on some unsavory rolls in the time of the Dark Lord. His own mother tended to keep her involvement fairly quiet and he just assumed the others did too.
"Then that is where we part opinions. I personally find that those who've already graduated are a bit out of touch with Hogwarts. Or perhaps I am simply to inexperienced to be in touch with them. Either way I don't think it's a good mix." He wasn't so naive as to believe that even though legally he was of age that he could hold up in the circles yet outside of Hogwarts. Yes, he was ready to make the break, but he also knew that until he was able to fully experience the freedom he couldn't completely grasp the concept.