When Paxton was let go, he brought his hand to his neck, rubbing his neck with an almost resentful look at Ashton, who was changing back to his human form. Well, that happens when you poke a dragon. Sometimes, it bit back. Fuck, touchy much.
As Ms. Stheno instructed Ashton to clean up the mass, Paxton straightened his clothes, dusted off his shoulders and then bent over, collecting books in his arms. "I'm sorry, dude," Paxton whispered, "you okay?"