Blaise caught the brief look of surprise. He thought he understood it. what man didn't want to pass his genes along to the next generation? Perhaps he would, eventually. He was just twenty years old at the moment and had few designs on family life. Besides, his mother's example had been set. One hardly needed to keep a spouse around to raise a child. He had plenty of time for that.
"Quite right," he replied, his smirk still present. He could only imagine what it was like not having had sex in two years. He was lucky his social circle in Italy involved young women - and men - who had no involvement in the war and were free to come and go to his estate. At the very least, when he itched, it got scratched. It was nothing like when he started pursuing Draco though. That alone made his house arrest far less monotonous. Too bad Gwen didn't have the same opportunity.
"Ah, of curse. I believe the fashion industry would suit you. I'd wager you'd also plan a social event the likes of which we haven't seen in ages. You always had a knack for networking." Which was one reason he kept her on his radar.