Nodding his head in agreement, Marcus left the conversation at that, since there wasn't much less to say on the subject.
"Yeah, don't fall," he commented dryly, because really, flying and Quidditch were not the same thing, and that was the only rule that really mattered when flying just for the sake of flying. He had a feeling that that's not really what Blaise was talking about though.
There was a certain determination to the way the other man was drinking, and while it concerned him, Marcus didn't feel it was his place to say anything about it, at least not yet. After all, they were still having a coherent conversation, and Blaise wasn't belligerent or obnoxious. "Your mind is somewhere else entirely, isn't it," he asked after a quiet moment, though it came out as more of a statement.