When Blaise's eyes locked with his own, Draco thought he saw something flicker in their depths. Whatever it was made him look away and clear his throat as he spread his own napkin across his lap. The moment and Blaise's cryptic comment were quickly forgotten. There was food on the table now and it smelled delicious; he was salivating.
Draco had to stop himself from digging into the expensive appetizer - black truffles? bestill his heart! - like some starving urchin. But when he took his first bite, there was no pretense in the soft moan of appreciation that escaped. He only barely managed to keep himself from wolfing down the rest of it.