The mocking did make him laugh softly, and strangely went a long way to putting him more at ease. "Oh, sorry, is there a right end?" he inquired, with a cheeky smile.
Ritchie glanced towards the counter, but as unlikely as someone was to pick his used tissues out of the bin, he didn't think it was worth risking the life of a minimum wage employee over it.
He looked back to the American, gritting his teeth to give him a bit of a guilty look. "Ah, but I really do," he told him. If he was a gay man, as he already suspected, then that would be enough of an explanation this year.
"Yeah, sure," he agreed, some of the tension starting to fade. "Thanks."