For a man who spent so much time paying attention to the small details around him, the fact that Laeonas failed to notice the very obvious change in his "friend's" demeanor was... well, incredibly short sighted. Much like his previous comment. It was only when Laeonas paid his redheaded dinner partner more than a passing glass that he noticed the twisted look of rage on his face. He opened his mouth to say something, but before he could, the man went off. Laeonas stared at him wide eyed as he spoke about his people's culture, his homeworld-- all things that the Brentaalan hadn't given much thought to, yet had simply written off as "backwards."
"Senin, th'a-" He'd try and interject, but the G'weneese man simply continued on. Laeonas' mouth hung agape as the man threw insults at him, criticisms of what he'd said. Criticisms about how he'd played into the same narratives as other, scummier people. It was when Senin alleged that he was a human supremacist that Laeonas finally gave a loud "STOP!" as his fist slammed into the table. While the redhead's look was one of fury, Laeonas' was a mixture of confusion, regret, and increasingly, frustration.
"Ai don't-- Ai ain't got a problem with non human bein's! Karkin' 'ell, 'alf tha people Ai grew up livin' next ta weren't human!" He snapped, angrily rebuffing the most egregious of accusations. "Yer not a savage, Ai... Ai don't know why Ai said th'at. Ai wasn't... Ai wasn't thinkin'." He conceded, looking down at his menu with a shameful look. "Ai just... Ai grew up on stories about 'ow shite tha rim is, 'ow tha people out there're backwards." The man confessed, frowning and focusing his attention down at the menu.
"Th'at wasn't... th'at was a... Ai'm..." he'd stammer, trying to force out an apology. "Itain'trighttacallyerolepeopleabunchofmaneaters!" Laeonas exclaimed, the words coming out as an incomprehensible slurry. "Damnit... Ai'm just tryna say th'at cause yer people don't laike ta wear clothes and dance laike a bunch of nutters, yer not-- KRIFF, this is just makin' it worse!" The man said with a groan, slamming his face into the menu and letting out a groan.
The food that had arrived was placed, the waiter knowing better than to interject. Laeonas couldn't even bring himself to look at the man after what he'd said. It took a few more seconds, but he'd finally eek out an "Ai didn't mean ta sound laike a bigot." That he knew the word might have been a surprise to the redhead. "...Ai can be a moron sometimes." He finished, looking at his dish, and than at the man. "Ai'll understand if ya don't wanna be mae friend anymore."