As long as it wasn't a potential sponsor, Draco had no issue with snapping at someone. Probably not the best idea in the world, where people were all but encouraged to take out the people that annoyed them, but that didn't really stop him. He rolled his eyes, wishing with all his might that his wand would work, rather than just being a useless stick up in his room, so that he might rid himself of the infernal stickiness already coating his arm.

"I'm surprised you're at this party at all - you're a Tribute, correct? Aren't you theoretically supposed to stay alive in these things?" He sneered right back, half-tempted to just knock the remainder of the drink onto Howard. But he was better than that.