[Ashton nods as she explains. He has a few questions, but he'll just save them for when he's less tired.] I'd like to hear that song, sometime. [He smiles.] Er, i-if you know it, I mean.
[The dragons do their share of bobbing and weaving, too, to ensure they aren't stuck in any of the holes. It could be noted that they are cut very haphazardly into the cloth of all the layers, with some weak stitching to prevent them from ripping open when he moved.] T-thank you. It's much better.
[He breathed a small sigh of relief, stretching his arms a little. He was left with his loose black slacks, and a short-sleeved black shirt that hang loosely on his upper body. Ashton moved to take and fold his clothes a little, before setting them down on the couch. The task gave him mind a little distraction, but he finally remembered that she had asked him a question.] I can wait outside, if you need me to. While you change.