"Why?" Ashton paced a few more steps, turning sharply to stalk across the line of bars again, glaring out through them and willing one of his captors to come try and take him again. He was keyed for attack, only awaiting another opportunity.
"I will not hide in the back like a weakling," he informed Adrian. "When they come again, I will be ready. I will wait a thousand years to see the end of who is responsible for this!" By then he was shouting, his voice ringing through the mine. Ashton repeated 'a thousand years' again in several of the languages he knew. Spanish, Greek, Italian, Icelandic, Latin, and Demonic, surely their captor had to know one of them.
When he was sure his threat had been delivered into whatever ear needed to hear it, Ashton slammed his hands against the bars again, snarling as the metal, enspelled to keep a dragon in and iron to keep a fairy in - who the dragon was also weak against - reverbrated in a high pitched metalic whine.