When Draco relaxed, obviously accepting his half-apology as well as his forgiveness, Blaise did the same, picking up a piece of his abandoned toast. "I suppose it isn't all bad, granting that you don't lose your edge in the same hand."
Blaise nodded to Draco's defense of Ginny. "I understand, and saw some of that myself. But that, unfortunately, makes her actions even more offensive. If I had been the least at fault, I wouldn't be so quick to feel quite as affronted. And everyone thought Slytherins were the difficult and unmanageable house," he rolled his eyes.
"Not yourself, pet? I'd say that was the most of yourself that either you or I have ever seen. You're a natural submissive if I ever met one. More so than even Piotr, and he lived to lick my boots for the first week of our relationship." Blaise couldn't help the smile that twisted his lips. Draco, a Malfoy even, not born and bred to be a submissive? The thought alone made him want to laugh aloud in the middle of the crowded cafe.