Blaise knew damn well the reason his own pulse thrummed in his veins a little stronger was watched Draco's obvious enjoyment of the wine. Really, if a simple taste of wine - though it really was exceptional wine - was enough to cause that response, it only made Blaise wonder what other reactions he could tempt from Draco. "I'm only just beginning," Blaise murmured, his dark gaze fixed on Draco.
But he said nothing else, because just then, a clock chimed, and dinner appeared precisely at seven. He spread his napkin across his lap as he looked over the table. The first course was an appetizer of tarte fine with scallops and black truffles. The sight of the rare mushrooms alone was enough to have Blaise smiling. "Bon appetit, cousin," Blaise added, reaching for the left-most fork by his plate.