Refusing to linger on the topic, and relishing in the fact that he broke through her blank facade, Blaise pulled a copy of the Prophet he'd received that morning, courtesy of Pansy, from his bedside table. Maybe if she saw it, she would reconsider him. Reconsider them. "Interesting Prophet today. You should give it a look." He tossed the paper at the foot of the bed, eyes on her.