whatever she wishes.
motions a hand towards the bar, where his own barman could be seen preparing drinks.

-- against the pillows.

" next one, greengrass."

" if seeing your knickers is an issue... remove them."

blaise's eyes wandered up from the heeled foot, up to her legs until eventually he'd meet her gaze.

" only a blind man wouldn't like it, and that would merely be because they're unable to behold it."
he leaned back --

-- stance he'd taken in regards to marriage. blaise, however, was merely a man.
he knew beauty when he saw it.

and he understood the terrible, unyielding desire to conquer it.

" come closer. let me get a better look."

his voice was low, a low grumble spilling past his lips.

-- make himself comfortable.

as she reappeared in the scarlet dressed that hugged every sinful inch of her body, he would sit up. his eyes traveling down her body ; legs that seemed unending in the heels adorned.
" 𝑠𝑏𝑎𝑙𝑜𝑟𝑑𝑖𝑡𝑖𝑣𝑎."

he murmured, eyes wondered slowly.
he knew the --

the snake settled himself upon her bed, leaning against the headboard as legs rested upon the mattress.

the room was vast and beautifully decorated, every item meticulously chosen to represent the girl.

as she moved from the room to try on one of her latest dresses, blaise would --

a woman such as herself requires no excuse to do anything she wants.
join him for a drink?

-- confines of her room, may be the safest bet.

" let's go with the second.
lead the way, tesoro. "

" a tempting offer."

slyly a smirk would come to form along his lips. he noted the way that she giggled, how her body bumped against the table.

" endure a continuous game of hide and seek or watching you parade in outfits."

he cared little for clothing but perhaps staying within --

-- his tone light, eyes drifting from her own just to note the way the mother and daughter duo turned around.

for a moment he would drop his gaze to her lips, a smile tugging at his own.

" perhaps next time. you no doubt wish to meet up with your suitors. Or rather... suitor."

a beat, a moment that lingered as fingers would leave golden locks. fingers brushing along her jaw, moving to a full bottom lip to swipe at the droplet of champagne.

" give them enough of a show and they may just scatter.

if that doesn't work, I guess we would need to get more... creative."--

-- brush against skin, fingers pushing strand of gold away.

a distraction. a means of hiding without leaving the ballroom.

-- past his lips.

" being subtle has never been either their of modus operandi."

noticing an approaching young witch on the arms of her mother.

he would use his palm upon her hip to draw her in closer, body pressing into her own. his lips to her ear.

" stay still. "

lips would --

"... fucked. "

he finished the sentence that she'd left hung in the air.
there was no bashfulness, nor did he feel any particular way about it.
who was he to judge? he fucked who he wanted, when be wanted and for whatever reason.
" no need to play coy."

a low chuckle slipped --

-- peering over her shoulder, he could see his own mother and the gaggle of older witches. who no doubt were trying to get her to sway him on his opinion regarding marriage.

"it seems you're not the only hot topic of the evening. "

-- he gave a small nod.
" Haven't heard from him in ages."

finishing the glass, he would place it on a passing waiter's tray. he leaned in, a hand coming to rest upon her hip.

" that would explain the watchful eyes and desperate whispers.
is there one that interests you?"
--

" draco did always have thing for public displays of affection.
... something you're familiar with. if he's to be believed."

the champagne glass met his lips as he took a sip from the liquid. he'd prefer something stronger but, the night was still young.

" Pascal?
Parkinson's brother?"
--

-- of champagne as he approached the other.

" Greengrass."

the Italian accent becoming more prominent after a prolonged time spent upon Italian soil.

" so, where's the happy couple?"