House Hydra: Ashton & Barclay & Open
A shiver ran over Barclay's spine, something -- fear? excitement? -- surging in his stomach. Threatening was obviously something Ashton was very good at, but Barclay found that it didn't have the right effect on him. He was supposed to be scared out of his wits, but instead, he was oddly... fascinated.
Barclay filed away the feeling. He'd take it under closer consideration later.
When he was let go, Barclay raised an eyebrow and regarded Ashton. "Weary? I don't believe you. Frustrated, maybe, because I don't bow in your honor and cower in your presence. But weary? If you were truly weary of me, you'd have abandoned me by now. I think you're just as fascinated by me as I am by you."