"We'll both keep our assumptions, then." Blake smirked.
"It's not a standard, Dr. Hallowfen. It's a safety. Your safety included. Disparage me and what I do all you like, but Ashton has already hospitalized one person because of his nature. That student, he tells me, had to leave the school because he was so terrified of being attacked by a dragon again. The poor boy probably lives in fear to this day and he's lucky to be alive at all."
Blake leaned forward slightly, his smirk gone and a serious expression in his eyes now. "It would take just once, professor. One time for everyone in Camden to be burned alive. Look at your dorm building. Look at that tower outside. That's nothing compared to the destruction Ashton is capable of when acting purely on instinct. Don't be disillusioned that his progress thus is sign that he would never turn on the hand that feeds him. All it would take is one time. Ashton is not a teenager. He's a century old dragon with gold fever in his blood."