Continuing to smirk and Draco's carefully schooled features, Blaise chuckled, "I know I'm miles more intriguing, you're the one that's never taken up the offer to find out just how much more," he purred.
"A... student? Really? That's rather unusual of you. What, exactly, are you a student of?" Blaise watched Draco fondly consider his coffee mug and was unsure just exactly what it meant. It was just a mocha, wasn't it? Had something strange happen to his friend during the war? Maybe tales of his French Help shenanigans would fix this. Oh yes, he should definitely tell him about the twin butler and maid in his "cousin"s villa.