"Good evening, Pansy," he replied seconds later with a broad grin of his own. Even though his face didn't show any falter, Blaise disliked making the opposite sex wait for him, not even for five seconds. Kicking himself mentally, just slightly, he took a few more steps closer to her, still leaving a normal amount of space between them. The previous conversation of keeping her virtue in tack was still within his mind. It would be something he wouldn't mind in partaking with the beautiful woman in front of him, but he did have respect for her, no matter what his private activies involved. She was a good friend, none the less. All they were doing here was spending time together, unless she gave him a reason to do otherwise. That he was fairly certain would be unlikely.
With a slight nod, Blaise agreed whole heartedly with her words, even taking a glance around in their surrouding area under the moonlight. "That it is, love," he said, not realizing the random times that he used a very familar pet name towards her. He didn't exactly say 'love' or 'dear' towards every single person that crossed his path. Merely those few women that caught his attention rather easily. With his best friend within his mind for a split second, Blaise did his best to push Daphne from his thoughts. It was too good of a night with Miss Parkinson to think such thoughts at that moment. "If I hear otherwise, I'm certain it didn't come from you."
Blaise paused just slightly as Pansy had given him a look, which he was all to familar with, but never showed such a fact. Trying to figure out exactly how close he can get towards her, he took another step closer and reached for her hand. He carefully placed a kiss on the smooth top her own. "See, my hands where you can see," he spoke with a smile upon his gaze, placing his gaze back upon her.