Weird. Weird weird weird. It wasn't that Xigbar didn't like the hands on his back, or the humming swordsman to which they were attached, but the entire situation was just... odd. Normally Xigbar was unconsciously braced for a stab in the back, but with Ashton, it was like he could relax. Which was odd in and of itself, but especially moreso because of what they'd gone through. Or what Xigbar had put Ashton through. Whatever.

Oh well. Might as well enjoy the novel experience, especially since Xigbar's mind was already churning with possibilities. And if Ashton did care, then he could afford to be pushed a little. If not, then it'd come to light pretty quick. "Which ones? You'll have to trace them for me, I forget which ones are what unless someone points 'em out."

After all, if Ashton could get a little less blushy about it, then Xigbar could do more as a result... yeah, this could work. Maybe.