Ambriel's jaws tightened when the dragon lumbered towards him, moving like a large serpent, a reptile moving with intent. Ambriel knew Ashton: he taught him Greek and, while the boy was somewhat abrasive, Ambriel appreciated Ashton's intelligence and the way he phrased things. Ashton wasn't a frivolous teenager who busied himself with sex, drinking or offending others. While the boy was essentially an unwitting atheist, Ambriel still had a fondness for him.
The boy was also a dragon, which, according to the lore, was nothing more than demon, a worm sent by the devil. Ambriel found it hard to join these two concepts together.
Ambriel looked Ashton over, not intimidated by the black dragon. Well, not overly much. He hugged the hare closer to him, stroking its fur. "What will you do if I give it to you?"