Ashleigh managed to hit Blaise's on-button, so to speak, when she mentioned the temporary nature of potions, which was a challenge that formed a large part of the passion he had for mixing recipes. "True," Blaise admitted, " Potions tailored to an individual have better-lasting effects. Your example is spot on, if I were to make you a calming draught, I'd start with the basics - the proven method if you will - and then adapt from that depending on your reaction to it and yours needs. Specific effects could be enhanced, side-effects could be diminished. The temporality of potions is a safeguard in many ways, which, while theoretically a fascinating problem to solve, would practically inhibit effectiveness. This is ethics aside." He snapped his mouth shut and told himself next time he'd just claim he liked moths. He could talk potions forever.
Ashleigh's description of the music made Blaise curious, but he decided not to ask, in case it seemed he would invite himself. "It is good to experiment," he nodded. It was a philosophy he supported wholeheartedly, much like the Cole Porter song suggested. "Rock and classical can go well together at times." He smiled. "Not so much at other times, but a musical experiment is almost always good."
Blaise made his way to the back of the floor, where there was space. Briefly, when Ashleigh expressed her enthusiasm, Blaise considered that he was dancing with a partner who was probably significantly better than him (something he was not accustomed to), and who was his superior at work, and once again, someone who was older than him (he had never been good at connecting with peers). Then he decided to ignore everything and just dance. Slipping into closed position easily, Blaise allowed himself to enjoy Ashleigh's excellent posture in the few seconds they stood together, before the beat of the music provided the perfect opening and they started their dance.