Put himself out there? Talk to people? Ashton had been doing that, he thought. Frowning still, scowling almost, the dragon in human skin slanted a look at the human and all but snapped at him, "It's none of your concern. It--" Catching himself, Ashton sighed and shook his head, leaning back on the chair to run a hand over his face, then through his spiked hair. "I have an assignment," he confessed. Trent had proven insightful so far on the ways of humans, having helped him see many eye opening things at the bar. Perhaps he could help him with this, too. "I need to make at least one friend, not an ally."
He studied the other boy a moment, arms crossing over his chest as he stretched long legs beneath the table, "Are we friends?"