"Definitely," Blaise nodded, "If there is one thing you can count on in an office, it is that people are for more concerned about what others think of them." This was a piece of wisdom his mother had taught him well, and so far, Blaise had yet to be proven wrong about this. Although there was time, Sanguini would say, there is always time. "But I suppose you have a point. And I like efficiency," he added, glancing at Ashleigh, whose choice of attire he appreciated more in this light than in the office. It was true, he liked efficiency so much he wondered whether he was slightly masochistic, choosing civil service.
Ashleigh's question made Blaise think, feeling from this brief encounter that she would appreciate an honest answer - and could probably smell a dishonest one - so he closed his eyes and said: "Potion-lore. I really like potions. I have an aptitude for it, apparently." It felt like a confession, it always did. Sometimes he wondered if he should just tell people he liked moths or something. The way people reacted to his fondness of potions was always... with caution. "I got a N.E.W.T. in it too. My mother taught me potions, so I have fond memories of that." Blaise continued, wondering whether Ashleigh would judge him or not, he shifted slightly so he could glance at her face. "What about you?" He swallowed the 'ma'am' just in time.