Blaise let his hand fall as Draco stepped away, but not before letting it trail slightly down Draco's back. He slipped his hand into his pocket where it fisted immediately. A slow drag on his cigarette stayed him from wanting to just... He cleared his throat, still looking the picture of poised perfection. "It certainly is. When you've had enough air, I could take you down to the cellars. Or we could save that excursion for some other time." Blaise let out the first hint that he'd be inviting Draco again, but of course, he gave no window of time on the hinted invitation.
Blaise took one last drag, stubbing out his cigarette, and leaving the butt to be cleaned by a house elf. He slowly walked down the steps, no real destination in mind, merely just walking as his food settled pleasantly. "My father was among the most cultured and affluent of my mother's husbands. I've seen of of the other manors that are now in her name. They are nothing compared to this."