"I'm Chuck Bass," Chuck reminded her with a foxlike smile. He was used to her eyerolls when he repeated his catchphrase in her presence, and it didn't bother him. In fact, he appreciated it all the more. It was good to have something to make her squirm, even if he could tell she thought it was stale. Blair was much less of an ice queen than she thought she was, and Chuck counted any reaction from her as a win. "Even the plague knows better than to touch me. Either that or I've been inoculated. It's the virgins," he gave her a pointed look, "that should be concerned."
Chuck's grin widened at Blair's obvious disapproval. "One of these days you're going to get curious yourself," he told her teasingly, leaning in just a little. If she were any other girl he would've reached out to touch her, lifted her chin, or run his fingers along the beautiful curve of her neck. But not this time, not with this girl. Chuck was a lecherous bastard, but as long as she was with Nate, she was safe from him. For now, at least, she belonged to Nate, and Chuck respected that. Not that that would last much longer; Chuck's eagle eyes had seen Nate's boredom with her months ago. It was only a matter of time.