Though currently undeniably human, Asher’s ears pricked at these first words.
“Not normal? What do you mean by that, exactly?” He didn’t let himself sound too intrigued; in fact, the words came condescendingly almost, as though he was goading the younger man, as if to ask just what exactly was so special about him. It was just as likely that Nocturne was simply making reference to his own uniqueness - Asher had noticed, over the many years of his life, that humans didn’t like to be considered one of many. Even though most of them were.
That said, there was something interesting about this guy - he just wasn’t sure what.
“Do you often go into bars and demand the intentions of strangers?” Though not by any means bored by Nocturne, Asher certainly sounded it. He could be a good actor when he wanted to be. If his company continued to stick around through this, maybe he’d actually be worth talking to. Naturally, Asher had to make him run the gauntlet, first. “I just haven’t found a nice quiet place to drink that I like yet, alright? And this club serves nice bourbon.” Which, as he mentioned it, was poured by a lovely, smiling lady. Asher flashed his teeth at her, and her sweetness turned to discomfit. Ah, he never did have too much of a way with the ladies, and he did so struggle swinging between likeable and not.
He let the lie hang between them as he sipped from his glass, truly curious as to whether or not the other man would continue to push him by calling it out.
“Not normal? What do you mean by that, exactly?” He didn’t let himself sound too intrigued; in fact, the words came condescendingly almost, as though he was goading the younger man, as if to ask just what exactly was so special about him. It was just as likely that Nocturne was simply making reference to his own uniqueness - Asher had noticed, over the many years of his life, that humans didn’t like to be considered one of many. Even though most of them were.
That said, there was something interesting about this guy - he just wasn’t sure what.
“Do you often go into bars and demand the intentions of strangers?” Though not by any means bored by Nocturne, Asher certainly sounded it. He could be a good actor when he wanted to be. If his company continued to stick around through this, maybe he’d actually be worth talking to. Naturally, Asher had to make him run the gauntlet, first. “I just haven’t found a nice quiet place to drink that I like yet, alright? And this club serves nice bourbon.” Which, as he mentioned it, was poured by a lovely, smiling lady. Asher flashed his teeth at her, and her sweetness turned to discomfit. Ah, he never did have too much of a way with the ladies, and he did so struggle swinging between likeable and not.
He let the lie hang between them as he sipped from his glass, truly curious as to whether or not the other man would continue to push him by calling it out.
