As cool as Blaise's hand might have been, to Draco it felt like a brand against his back, the light pressure burning against his skin even through the layers of his shirt and waistcoat. Draco threw Blaise a sideways glance as he was led about, wondering if he was imagining things or if Blaise seemed amused by something. Knowing Blaise, it was probably the latter, but Draco wasn't at certain he wanted to know what his cousin found so humorous.
When they arrived outside, Draco breathed in the fresh air gratefully - and took a much-needed step away from Blaise's touch to clear his head. The cool air did nothing to calm the heat in Draco's cheeks, however. "You're certainly right about the wine," Draco said after a moment of collecting himself, hands burying themselves in his pockets. "It was a superb vintage. Though I'm hardly surprised. I'm sure the Zabini cellars are filled with gems like that."