(It’s fine. It will take some getting used to, be I can try.)
Draven smirks. “What? Didn’t see them fawning over you?” Then he laughs. “Oh wait. Never mind. You were unconscious. Sorry.” Smirking at the boy, he says, “Don’t worry, I would never acuse someone of not being straight. Or, as my mom likes to call it, ‘heterosexual.’” He makes quotes with his fingers, making a face at the mention of his mom.