House Hydra: Ashton & Barclay & Open
Ashton cocked his head in a tilt to one side as he listened to Barclay describe James Dean and what had made him an icon. The dragon didn't completely understand the meaning of the word, or that of fame, but being infamous he had heard before. And he could certainly comprehend what a legend was - though there was nothing 'modern' about dragons who had existed since... actually, he was still discovering his race's own origins.
"He was idolized because he was just like everyone else, then." Ashton shrugged, lifting the cigarette back to his mouth. But he paused when Barclay gave further instructions.
"Part of my outfit." He huffed a breath that could be interpreted as a half kind of laugh. "Very well, witch. What is the reward for wearing a costume on this night?"