They were ignoring them. Completely. They were moving around and sitting around like they weren't even speaking, and he was rethinking his idea of feeding them to the dragons.
"We're celebrating what?" he asked confused. "And what didn't we say?" He looked at Charlie, completely lost. He would rather take a heard of angry dragons than this. "Can someone tell me in plain English what the fuck are you people doing here, dressed like perverts, and ugly ones at that."