Wincing again with nerves and fear as the monster approached, Ashley stayed where he was. His breathing quickened, but his posture opened, becoming less defensive and more willing to obey. He didn't quite yet dare to touch, but he did closely watch the Scarecrow's eyes, trying to drink in the details of his living nightmare. "Are you going to fuck me?" he asked, hot-blooded enough that that had been the implication he'd picked up from the Scarecrow's threat of a night he'd never forget.