Following after with docile sweetness, Ashley's smile was somewhat faltering as he saw the room. It wasn't what he was accustomed to, having grown up in luxury, but it was at least clean, and he was satisfied that he could sleep in the room without feeling disgusting.

"It's nice," he said, mostly sincere, though he couldn't entirely hide his faint disdain. He could, however, do an excellent job of distracting attention. Smiling at Scarecrow, he tugged him into the room, heading for the bed.