"As do you," he said, allowing the grin to quiet down into a simple expression of apathy. He was interested, though, and thought she honestly did look well. That was good; it wouldn't do to have her ill.
Blaise expected her to stand and hug him - even fond over him - but he wasn't disappointed when she remained seated. That was fine, he had personal boundaries and didn't like to be coddled, especially by his mother.
He took the seat across from her and kept his composure, pouring himself a glass of dark wine. Before speaking, he had a piece of cheese and a sip of the drink, nodding in approval, not that he would ever expect it to not be up to par.
"I've only been working. I continued my travels and saw most of Europe - some places I wish to give back - but it was fine. I'm done with that for now and have only been doing my other duties as needed. I've purchased a house in London, but something closer to the country side, I think you'd like it; it has a pool." Indeed, his mother would most likely approve of the grandeur house he found for himself.
"But what of you?" He asked, more than willing to change the subject.