"Madam," Ashton stepped inside, attempting to appear calm, like it was just a normal day in the life of a dragon to have the necessity to go before another and plead for the right to do what he was born to do - which was to fly freely in the skies.
Naturally she wasn't fooled, and Ashton let out a huffed breath that sounded more like the dragon he was under the transformation, "No, I am not pleased! I--" And there he cut himself off, reining in his temper because this lady, for whatever reason he didn't have the knowledge to fathom, required his respect, and he had better give it.
Swallowing down the bitterness, most of it directed at his keeper who had left him there in the first place, he tried again, "The dungeons, madam. There must be another way."
Ashton knew, both instinctively and because he had been told, repeatedly, by Blake on the way over, that humans still believed dragons didn't exist, and were happy to continue in their ignorance. And those who did know were happy to let them. Apparently something about being trouble and creating chaos and causing destruction had something to do with it. Ashton understood the reasons why he must keep his dragon form hidden. Most of the reasons, anyway. He didn't like them, but he understood. However, he did not intend to spend his time here - and after, when he'd killed the Slayer and reclaimed his lost gold - as a worm or a prisoner, hiding in dark corners so that humans can remain blissfully unaware. There had to be a compromise.