Ritchie snorted with laughter, but at the same time he gave Dean an enthusiastic nod. “Yes. Yes, I did. Multiple times,” he grinned. He’d have to tell Ash that one. Well, if he was ever lucky enough to see him again.
“Oh. Well, I’m sure you’ll find someone one day. No rush,” he said, not with the usual ribbing he would’ve given Colin or any of his human friends. He didn’t know him well enough for that yet, and Ritchie did remember coming to London as an awkward virgin.
He followed the dragon guy to the drinks table, nodding with understanding when he lifted up the bottle. “Oh! Yeah, vodka. We have that where...”
He stopped talking, instead staring with a mixture of shock and awe as the man downed the whole bottle like some twisted party trick. He continued staring, dumbstruck for a moment, and then he laughed. “Fucking hell! Give us a chance!” he teased, then picked up a plastic cup. He opened a second bottle, and poured out a decent measure for himself, before offering the rest of the bottle to Dean almost warily.