[He scowls a bit at the reprimand, but it's true he hasn't been in that sort of situation before—the romance in particular. The outfit thing he's quite certain is ridiculous, but who knows what silly standards humans have for their clothing? So he doesn't bite anything back, especially since she at least goes on to give him an explanation, which he listens to with interest.]

Ha! Indeed. I've never heard of such a thing as a prom before; I wondered where it originated.

[But honestly? It could actually be French and he wouldn't know. It's not the sort of thing he would have been involved with.]

What a backwards country, to throw parties specifically for the purpose of confrontation. Is the alcohol meant to loosen one's lips and make one more honest in one's insults?

[Hmmm. Maybe he's supposed to be insulting people?]