The loud knock on his door was unwelcome, like all interruptions were, and Ashton set his Arabic language book with a growl. He rose up from his desk, tall figure making quick strides to the door that he pulled open with a jerk. Ashton didn't normally get visitors, and he wasn't normally in his own room, which made visitors who had come for him even less likely. So he was surprised and curious when the person on the other side was Daniela.
"What is the meaning of this?" he grunted with a haughty lift of his chin. Ashton eyed her, nostrils flaring slightly when he saw the piece of paper in her hand and inhaled to smell it. Ashton sometimes gave off a vibe if a spoiled rich kid, but there were distinct characteristics about his behavior that spoke of his true identity. He'd hold his head high, he'd show his teeth, he'd take in the scents of things and, when he was especially curious or angry, he'd tilt his head and his green eyes would turn silver.