Blaise gave a knowing nod. While he may play the part of the quintessential play boy there was something deep down that yearned to find the perfect woman and settle down. Of course he would never admit this to anyone, except the perfect woman if she ever showed herself.
"Mother used to nag," he took another swallow of his drink before lowering it. "Definitely one her less endearing qualities." He didn't know whether he should be grateful she was in France leaving him to make his own decisions or annoyed that she wasn't here to broker a decent match for him.
At Pucey's offer he gave an affirmative nod before downing the rest of his current drink. "Never let it be said that Blaise Zabini refused the offer of a friendly drink. Proper protocol dictates acceptance."