"Uh.. y..yeah, I can see that," he nodded, when he clarified that he was a dragon. He was really going to need to hit something a bit stronger than the beer. He was sure he'd spotted some disposable cups over by the spiked punch earlier, he'd need to check that out.
"Oh, um... it's a person from a country called India? They just have darker skin, darker hair..." he explained. It sounded a bit bloody stupid when he put it like that, but it proved the point. If he had been staring at a man just because he had darker features, a dragon man was a leap.
Oh, Christ. Had he offended a massive dragon now? Ritchie scrunched up his nose, not sure how to explain. "The clothes are... perfect. Fancy... where I'm from, to fancy someone is like... you want to sleep with them?" Maybe that wouldn't translate.
He was about to clarify further, but before he had a chance to get another word out he suddenly found himself lifted up into the air. He gave a high-pitched shriek of surprise, and then almost held his breath as if he was scared he was about to get crushed by a dragon. Maybe he really had taken offense that he didn't fancy him. His heart was hammering away in his chest, and he almost wanted to tell him that he was contagious, but he wasn't entirely sure that dragons could even contract AIDS.
Then he said he was happy, and Ritchie let out a soft breath of relief.
"O..okaayy..." he breathed, followed by a nervous giggle. "Can you put me down now, please?"