Blaise took another long drag from his cigarette, curling his tongue to exhale the smoke in a perfect ring. He watched Draco's mouth again, this time for longer as he replied, "Of course. Why else do you think I'd have mentioned it to you?" Gauging his interest, of course.
He didn't move, staying probably too close for comfort, close enough to smell the wine of Draco's breath as he spoke. Between sips of his own wine, Blaise finished his cigarette, drinking much more slowly than Draco if only because of the cigarette between his fingers. But he watched how much Draco was consuming, how much it made his cheeks flush, how he worried his lip before he spoke. Blaise fingers curled around the stem of his glass a bit tighter. "So now that we've finished dinner, let's take a walk, shall we?"