Blaise slowly looked up from the newspaper he had in his hand. "Draco." Taking in Draco standing in front of him, he slowly folded the paper up and gestured to the seat across from him. "Take a seat. Please." He flagged a waitress down and ordered a cup of coffee for his friend before folding his hands on the table in front of himself. "To what do I owe this pleasure?" Every syllable was filled with over-polite cautiousness.