A dark expression formed on Draco's features at that remark, and for the first time since he started down this new and intriguing sexual path, he doubted his role. "Fuck that. I can do whatever the hell I want, Blaise," he snapped bitterly, then glowered, before staring down into his coffee. No. This wasn't how he wanted to handle this apology. Blaise was testing him, Draco was coming to realize.
Looking up from where he'd stared at, Draco surveyed the man before him skeptically. Part of him wanted to ask Blaise if he thought this relationship was going too quickly. Blaise, after all, seemed to be an expert on such things. But another part just wanted to amend the previous error and go along with this charade they'd stepped into. Taking a breath, Draco let that trademark smirk form onto his lips naturally, and he slipped back into "Malfoy", so easily. "Yes, well, alcohol was certainly involved this weekend, Blaise dearest. And I'd rather like to think I'm a big boy, as well, if you know of which I speak," Draco drawled out confidently, accenting the "big boy" bit, as if to let Blaise see what an innuendo he was stating.