“I’m appreciative!” Ashley snaps. He doesn’t struggle as Arkady’s arms close around him, though his attention and glare remains aimed at Ereuvir. “And I want to yell at him.” Ashley cannot fathom in the least that the two emotions might be mutually exclusive. Really, he’s all the more appreciative for the opportunity to yell at Arkady. “He is alive and dead, and while I am delighted by either of you ‘offering’ yourself to the other I am still entitled to yell at him!”