Ashley growls at that, the sound of an angry kitten, and scuffles briefly against Ereuvir's grip. "Fucking," he's too irritated to find the words, and he huffs for a moment, sulking in Ereuvir's lap. He's scared now, of failure and of being merely ordinary, neither a great beauty nor particularly interesting when compared against the ranks of history. Nothing but a momentary diversion, soon forgotten. The thought made Ashley burn with indignation and terror. "I was offering more than that."