An eyeroll at his double entendre was his only reward for fixing her a drink. She returned the silent salute, before taking an experimental sip from the glass. It obviously pleased her and she belatedly gave him a little nod of gratitude before resuming her lounging position on the couch.
Blair also felt a swoop of emotion at the mention of their headmistress. She was concerned for Queller, but mostly alarmed at the idea of her years of carefully shaping her image in the headmistress's eyes going to waste. What if the headmistress's replacement was one of those horrible reforming types who failed to pay Blair the respect she was due as Constance Billard's shining star? Blair wasn't bothered by the decidedly selfish direction of her thoughts, she merely regarded Chuck for a long moment in silence before taking a generous gulp of the drink.
"It's strange..." she began to muse aloud, her voice taking on a faraway quality that was a dead giveaway she was less than completely sober. "Not knowing things, I mean." She rested her now half-empty glass on her knee, adjusting her position so that she faced Chuck fully. "I don't like it."