Blaise relished the kiss Pansy placed on his cheek. He felt the electricity shoot through his body wishing he could have more than the one polite kiss that decorum dictated. If he weren't so certain that the response he had around her could lead to nothing good he would have responded to it. However, she'd made it clear the one time they'd allowed themselves to venture there that it was the last. So he simply clung to the memory even if he didn't realize he did so more often then he ought.
"We shall," he nodded in acceptance as she turned her attention to their plans for the evening. He placed his arm out out for her thread her own through. Once set he would apparate them to Diagon Alley where they could then make their way to the newer club. "The night is ours to dance away."