Eyebrows quirked Blaise waited for Gwen to finally look at him so she would drop the attitude. Not that he minded her attitude. If she hadn't had one as a Slytherin, that he would've minded. Because that was a no go for any Slytherin with pride. Even one who was a halfblood. His lips curled in a smirk when she finally looked up and recognized him and gave him a once over. Thanks to his mother's ridiculous obsession with clothes he only owned tailor made things of the finest cloth. And after a while that had translated on to him too.
He laughed softly, a quiet, mirthless sound as he shook his head. "And here I thought I was special. What a disappointment. You're breaking my heart." he deadpanned, but for him that was already a lot, joking around with someone else. When she asked he sighed and rolled his eyes. "A wedding gift for my dearest mother."