Ashton leaned into the scratching under his chin, eyes half closing. He wasn't touched much in his dragon form. Sometimes Barclay did, but it was fairly uncommon for him to be in his true form around his witch. However, if Barclay could scratch that spot like Ambriel did, perhaps it would be more often. Ashton's hot breath flattened Ambriel's clothes and blew at his wings as he exhaled.
Blinking slowly, Ashton nearly pushed Ambriel over before pulling his horned head back to scratch at his chin himself, obsidian talons scraping against lava hardened scales. "Peckish," he snorted. "I could eat an entire moose. Two moose bulls." The dragon had never been to Africa, so he had no knowledge of the children there. He only knew when he was hungry for meat.
"You couldn't keep up with me," he huffed another breath, tail uncoiling to sweep the ground as the dragon turned to walk along the grass, sail wings unfolding with a rustle of delicate membrane. The look he cast over at the angel was sharp with challenge.