Mudblood? Catching? Name? What the bloody hell was this bint going on about?
"I have no bloody idea who you are, nor do I want to, nor care to. You are clearly deficient in your mental capacity for basic comprehension. Do yourself a favor, and leave off." He looked at the store he had been going to enter. Well, he would just owl order. He then turned toward the nearest apparation spot and marched away, his awareness on high alert now, and any further attempt at stopping him, physical or magical, would be met with resistance. Already his wand was in his hand, hidden in his pocket. Nothing would stop him from reaching that point and being gone. Only common courtesy toward his fellow pedestrians kept him from simply disappearing from where he had stood and causing a startle to passerby's.
All in all, this conversation was now over. Draco was cured of any desire to socialize because of it as well.