Ashton didn't believe in subtlety. Or rather, he wasn't very good at it. When Paxton asked the one question Ashton hadn't wanted to answer or evaluate before, the dragon couldn't help it that his lip curled back on one side, showing white teeth. He couldn't help it that his spiked hair seemed to look more like spiked horns or that his emerald shaded eyes glistened with metallic mirror-like silver. No, subtlety was not Ashton's strong point. It may even be one of his greatest flaws. However, the first one that came to mind when Paxton asked was the thing he kept hidden now under the castle. The thing he pretended was still in the cliffs to deter and distract would-be thieves. the thing that circled three of his fingers which he now stroked with slow passes of his thumb over the metal.
"My gold," he growled, the exhale he gave laced with brimstone.
The dragon didn't know how much of the truth Paxton was telling, but it would be against the rules for him to outright lie. Half a lie was not disallowed, and the demon's answer sounded legitimate. It was also of some interest to Ashton, who believed his own kind needed to have better PR with other races, yet who was afraid of the fallout that would bring. The trouble it would cost them. So since Paxton expounded some on his answer, whether all true or not, Ashton did the same.
"I have an addiction," he confessed, struggling some with the words, but finding them easier to say than he had anticipated, now that he'd had some practice with Kana. "It's incurable, it has led to me nearly destroying those who come between me and my gold, and I am still learning how to control it. My turn."
Ashton's fingers closed around the edge of the armrests and his nails dug into the wood as he huffed out a breath of tension. That was the nice thing about this game: The person couldn't immediately ask follow up questions.