Draco felt as though he'd been slapped. No one had ever spoken to him like that before. Or at least they probably had, but he couldn't remember it just at the moment. He opened his mouth to say something and it just hung open for a moment before he shut it again like a fish. He suddenly felt like he was in over his head, and this time he wasn't drunk or high to help his process it - at least, not nearly as much. "You... what...." he managed, struggling to come up with anything witty and eventually giving up. "What's that supposed to mean, someone like you?" he asked eventually, one of his hands bunching into a fist around the top of the paper bag.