Blaise didn't really know Megan. Over the years he'd come to know more about his former schoolmates if for no other reason than they were all on paths that intersected in some manner or another. That in and of itself made it more acceptable to branch out where he never would have trod during his younger years.
His eyes stayed on her as she danced a little while longer and began working her way toward him. He took in each of her curves and found himself wondering whether or not she actually wore the products she recommended. That thought in and of itself was enough to make him want to get close enough to find out.
"And you look like a witch who needs a wizard to move with her," he said placing his glass on the table as he stood to join her. "After you," he said taking a step toward her while fighting the urge to place his hand on the small of her back confident enough that it would be there anyway before too much longer.