Draco's brow shot upward at Blaise's suggestion. He was coherent enough to interpret what Blaise's words meant. Surely...was he really suggesting that? Draco shivered pleasantly at the touch on his hair. That was always a weak spot for Draco, his hair. He smiled dazedly, looking upward at Blaise with a pleased expression on his features.
However, he shot Blaise a scathing look when the other pulled the vodka bottle away from him. His eyes narrowed on Blaise darkly. "You'd better bloody well do it fast," he muttered viciously. "Or don't stop doing that," remarked Draco as he motioned dangerously backward to signal Blaise's hands on his hair. "Feelsh...feels lovely." Yes. Draco was quite on his way to getting drunk already.