...oh. Now that Dillon was over the excitement of meeting a real vampire and that vampire being a member of Overbite, he could kind of see why maybe this wasn't something that Ash was just as excited about as he was. There was a whole lot of vampire baggage that came with his source and Dillon wasn't the most socially aware guy but he could definitely... definitely get why vampire wasn't totally awesome cool with Ash.
"Raff," the vampire introduced himself. "I brought somethin' for the par'y but may've had a wee bit more of it than I planned on the way over, bit of a walk, isn't it? Had to keep warm..."
He offered the bottle to Claire, though, as if expecting her to take a swig right from it the way that he'd very clearly been doing. Dillon kind of thought that maybe he was going to avoid whatever was in that bottle for the night. If he was going to be swapping spit with a guy who wasn't his boyfriend, it was definitely going to be...
No one. It was going to be no one, Dillon wasn't going to be swapping spit with anybody, oh god he needed to not think about doing that when Ash was right there and he was experiencing some kind of vampire related inner trauma that he was very bravely trying not to show them probably.
Then, because he was a good friend who could behave in a good, friendly way without thinking about smashing his lips against his friend's, Dillon laid a very manly and platonic hand on Ash's shoulder and gave it a little squeeze, flashing him a smile that was definitely not anything but encouraging.
And awkward. So very, supremely awkward, oh fuck help.