Dean sort of wanted to bang his head on the table. That wistful look made him feel like a jerk. But he hadn't meant to be! Really.
"Thanks," he answered, playing with the little snitch box for a moment before slipping it away again. He smiled quickly, shaking his head. "I wouldn't freak out. Like I said, flattering yeah? I'm just sorry that I got it twisted up." Dean was actually a bit curious, and wanted to ask Drew if he asked out blokes all the time. He was so matter of fact about it, Dean just hadn't run into that much. He wondered if Drew liked ONLY boys, too. But he wasn't going to harp or ask about it. It seemed rude.
"So you're playing reserves this year, right? Hufflepuff's got a good team, but you'll probably get a bit of play time at least. What are you flying?" Quidditch chitchat was innocuous. Plus Dean remembered Drew had been really excited about making reserves, so he might like to talk about it.