Ashleigh was aware that most people probably didn't want to be called ma'am outside of work, but she actually found it quite charming - and respectful. Not so much so that she wouldn't allow him to call him by her name, of course, but she did smile when he said it. "Then I'll remember to call you Blaise," she promised. She noticed that he'd defaulted to 'Zabini' first, but didn't comment on it. She trusted him to know his own mind better than she possibly could and to be direct with her about what he would prefer. At least until such time as he proved otherwise.
"That must be... annoying," she observed as Blaise revealed a little about the situation with his cousin. She knew what it was like to have to look after relatives - though she hadn't had to actually have either Alicia or Asher in her house - and while she loved her siblings, she did find it trying at times. "Is he older or younger?" Ashleigh handed over her handbag to the woman behind the small counter, not having brought anything else with her. Magical transport rather negated the need for coats, sometimes. "I've been a couple of times. I don't dance with a partner as often as I'd like, but I take dance classes twice a week." She glanced at Blaise before adding, "I imagine you learned growing up?" One thing that could be said for traditional pureblood ideals - they taught their sons to dance.