Eyes wide but otherwise unaffected, Adrian witnessed the dragon's rant. He could tell he was trying to do something, but he couldn't. Their jailor must be using some sort of magic or something to counter Ashton's efforts. Adrian wished he could help, wished he could do something.
"When you... draw life out of something, does it strengthen you? Help you?" Adrian knew the dragon didn't like questions about himself, so he coutinued onto his point. "Would taking some of mine, would it be enough to help you?" He wasn't necessarily offering, but he was trying to come up with options.