Blaise arched a dark brow at him, pointedly trailing his gaze up and down Marcus" suit. "For thinking you could pull off that shade of grey this late in the season," he replied primly. "I second that motion, Astoria," he said, turning to face her and carefully selecting a biscuit to dunk in his tea – actual tea this time, too – "If Daphne were here, she would reprimand Flint on his taste as well. Make him see reason,"