Apparently Ashton's darkest glares didn't really phase Trent who contended with Barclay on a daily basis and as such had grown sort of immune because Barclay could really glower and glare with the best of them.
He had been about to open his mouth, to say something about the information on the page in front of him when Ashton remarked on how he smelt. "Yeah I sho-" But before he was able to finish that particular train of thought Ashton had latched his fingers in his shirt and appeared to be... sniffing him? Wait, was Ashton really sniffing him? And was his mouth opened just a fraction? What the hell?
"You alright over there?" His accent a touch thicker, but you know somebody up in your personal space sniffing, he was only human.