As his hand felt her soft skin from his simple touch, Blaise knew how wrong their closeness could be. Well, not as a whole. He would throughly enjoy his time with Pansy and anything that they might do, but it was the fact of how was close he had always been with the Greengrass family that placed those thoughts within his mind. He felt an obligation to side with Astoria with the events that came to pass between a good friend of his own and the attractive woman in front of him. However, such guilty feelings that overcame him weren't enough to pull him away. It was good to have the attention that he had been craving for a while now, instead of wallowing around because there could be a chance that Daphne had chosen not to spend her free time with anymore. Of course, he wasn't sure if that were true or not, but the thought was there. He didn't even bother to ask either.
With Pansy's simple words, Blaise tilted his own head to the side, fully aware of what her words could mean. There wasn't much hesistation within him, despite the fact that they had never made any inkling actions of words in the past of sorts. Not that it mattered for him to make any move closer to Pansy. It was just something that easily appeared on his mind. "Closer," he said simply, moving the hand upon her towards her cheek. Fingertips edged between her hair strains, Blaise gazed into Pansy's eyes making sure that there were no last minute change of thoughts. His palm came in contact with her cheek, repositioning his body just slighly and leaned his head closer to her own. "How close do you exactly want me, my dear?" he asked as a smile tugged at the sides of his lips, aiming his lips towards her own slowly.