Blaise easily looked down upon Fleur in superiority. Her blood was tainted, so he had no problem treating her in such a way. Even though she might need the ingredient that was now in his possession, Blaise didn't care. It was the way that she should be treated. Things would be more simpler in the world if those particular individuals hammered that fact into their minds. Besides, if she wanted the vial, then she should have taken it without a word. When it came to money, Blaise didn't really care. He was taught to save or donate when appearances were needed, but if the blonde woman was going to offer something that she wanted, he wasn't going to hesitate to claim it as his own to make her life a tad bit more difficult. It didn't matter that he had no clue on what he would use the item with in a potion or what not.
Watching Fleur head to the desk, the attendant had emerged from the backroom with a cauldron in his arms. It had only taken him a few more seconds to wave Blaise to the front of the line, brushing past the blonde woman with a smug look that slowly spread across his facial expression. That's how society should be. Always catering to those whom deserve it, holding pure blood, quite a bit of money, and the power that came along with it. As much as Blaise believed all of that, he also knew that he only was called forward before Fleur was because the attendant had been assisting him prior to Fleur making his way up to the counter top.
"It seems that your bad luck continues," he stated nonchalantly just as he moved forward and placed the vial upon the flat surface of the counter.