Blaise activated the charm on the piano to allow it to play itself. He sat next to her, slipping his arm behind her and kneading her neck gently. "So we have covered my mother, my work, my sailboats, my leisure time, my cooking, and I swear I've talked so much about myself in the past hour that I'm starting to worry I'm channeling Malfoy," he said only half in jest. "Stop avoiding my question. I've asked twice how the new job is working out. I'm not taking evasion for an answer this time, Pansy." He skimmed his knuckles over the side of her neck. "I understand you can't talk about cases, but surely you can give me an overview?"