Lifting his head so his gaze was now at the distant wall, Ashtin gritted his teeth at Darius's comment. This person has proved nothing but radical, and dangerous to everything. Why Manson trusted this particular individual to tutor Moxie was beyond anything Ashtin could understand.
"And what particular buzz would i be killing, Mr. Darius?" Ashtin asked as he rested his elbows upon the table and folding his hands together resting his chin upon his hands.
This man didn't know Ashtin, and making assumptions about him wasn't going to make him like this Darius any.