Judging by Mickey's talk on the journals and competitive, even threatening language, Ashton was suspicious when he asked if they should practice or get right down to it. He still felt very strongly that this whole thing was silly. What was the point with this ridiculous ball? Ashton, who didn't even enjoy going out to hunt for himself and liked the fact he was forbidden, because it meant he was hand fed, had little interest in displaying skill and competence just for the sake of showing off. But if it came down to the threat, the dominance, and Ashton's pride and alpha nature wouldn't just let it go.
He crossed his arms while Mickey bounced the ball off his head, giving a sigh. The dragon was not easily amused and Mickey's smile was met with a flat expression. "Civil," he repeated. "Certainly. Let's begin."