Blaise finished his own dessert, watching as the flush slowly started riding Draco's cheeks. He hadn't had that much yet - it was that perfectly pale skin of his. Blaise idly wondered just how far that flush spread. The thought was accompanied by a sudden desire to see how many other ways he could mark that skin. He set down his glass. All in due time.
"Yes it was, wasn't it? I'm glad you enjoyed it, though I'm sure after this, it's going to be difficult to go back to what you've been eating all this time." Blaise had plans to invite Draco again, but he wasn't going to say so just yet. He had some other things to discuss.
The table cleared away, and Blaise removed his cigarette case from his pocket. He took out one cigarette, and held it between his finger, his hand stretched toward to floor. When he lifted it, the cigarette was lit, probably by a house elf. He took a long drag, inhaled, and exhaled a long curling serpent trail of smoke. "Ah, the perfect end to a meal." He glanced a Draco. "You wouldn't care for one, would you?"