Part of her wanted to hesitate, to think about it; but in a situation like this, being challenged, confronted, pushed, she usually didn't give much thought to her responses. She tilted her head slightly, briefly, unconsciously licking her lips, and then her lips turned up again. She pushed up higher onto her toes, a hair's breadth from being completely naughty, and whispered, "You're on," before dropping back onto her heels, smirking.
Blaise was ogling them from where he stood, feeling the heat sizzling from here and wondering just what the hell they were saying. He wanted in on whatever it was, he knew that. "Speak up, or the announcer can't announce the blow by blow," he called, smirking at them. Those two were a distinct turn on.
The last look Millie gave Draco was a dare, however, to keep up with her on the table--or else how would he keep up with her anywhere else?