Ashton & James
"Ashton," James greeted pleasantly, intercepting the dragon's path towards the guests of honor. He hadn't meant to, not knowing that was Ashton's destination, but he realized it shortly after and smiled in apology. "I was just heading up there myself. Seems there's a line."
Sighing to himself at the inconvenience, James still couldn't resist the opportunity to speak to the dragon alone. "Any plans to marry that druid of yours any time soon?" James raised his eyebrows as he watched the tall boy over the rim of his glass, sipping slowly. James wasn't really thirsty, but it was a habit to have a drink in his hand while attending social functions. A prop, as it were.