"Everything has somethin' to be afraid of," Trent shared sagely as he took a slow pull from his beer. "Just the way things are." And Leon was right, Trent was locking up, especially as this wasn't his secret to tell. This was Ashton's and by extension Callidora's.
He watched Leon's expression closely and he gave a small snort. "Same could be said for a lot of things currently housed at the Academy." He wet his lower lip, slid his thumb over it and leaned forward, closing the distance until he was well within Leon's personal space. "We got demons, fairies, vampires, werewolves, sirens, all kinds of things, Leon." He slid his eyes across the table until his telekinetic grip formed around a nearby drink list and it slid across the table until caught and spun on one of its edges and then it was firmly propped up. "I figure the school's the talk of the supernatural world one way or 'nother, a dragon ain't about to change that."
Trent glanced away to look over the bar. "I figure whatever happens far as the dragon's identity goes it's their choice to make." He might be able to influence it considering Leon had a point, nothing anybody could do to help if they all just thought the dragon was a big giant conspiracy theory with no real actual facts and Trent didn't much like the idea of something coming looking for Ashton without people there to back him up. He'd been there once before, left alone as a hatchling, and Trent despite recent events wasn't about to let that happen again.