An involuntary, endearing smile crossed Asher's lips in response to Percy's comment on Enter Sandman, and he nodded along to the rest of her explanation.
"Yeah, I'm no trivia guru either, don't worry." But his expression changed when she admonished his ginger movements, and his smile was replaced with a sheepish squint. "I feel like everything will break if I touch it and no, I'm not-" he paused, recognising the sexual undertone of yet another of her comments. Again, he dissolved into awkward smirking, his hand rising to the back of his neck just as it had before. "I just ah, don't want to break all your pretty stuff. I figure it would be expensive." Not that he couldn't afford it but, vaguely flustered as he was, he wasn't sure what else to say. Couldn't exactly go with 'haha I'm a rich as fuck werewolf' now, could he?
For all the intentions he had when he came in here, Asher was actually finding himself endeared with this woman. Somehow she managed to be sweet and devilishly flirtatious - perhaps she'd be even more useful than he first thought. The alpha liked contradictions - not only were they intriguing, but they made him work to understand the core of a person, when he so regularly read everything about them on first sight.
"Oatmeal, please," he decided, letting his hand drop away from the nape of his neck as he turned to observe the seating arrangement. "So, uh, hopefully this isn't too forward; I know we've only just met and that you're working. But ... would you join me? I don't mind if you get up to serve a customer every now and then." Hell, why not cut to the chase and see if the flirty demeanour was for tips or because she was as interested in him as he was, her?
"Yeah, I'm no trivia guru either, don't worry." But his expression changed when she admonished his ginger movements, and his smile was replaced with a sheepish squint. "I feel like everything will break if I touch it and no, I'm not-" he paused, recognising the sexual undertone of yet another of her comments. Again, he dissolved into awkward smirking, his hand rising to the back of his neck just as it had before. "I just ah, don't want to break all your pretty stuff. I figure it would be expensive." Not that he couldn't afford it but, vaguely flustered as he was, he wasn't sure what else to say. Couldn't exactly go with 'haha I'm a rich as fuck werewolf' now, could he?
For all the intentions he had when he came in here, Asher was actually finding himself endeared with this woman. Somehow she managed to be sweet and devilishly flirtatious - perhaps she'd be even more useful than he first thought. The alpha liked contradictions - not only were they intriguing, but they made him work to understand the core of a person, when he so regularly read everything about them on first sight.
"Oatmeal, please," he decided, letting his hand drop away from the nape of his neck as he turned to observe the seating arrangement. "So, uh, hopefully this isn't too forward; I know we've only just met and that you're working. But ... would you join me? I don't mind if you get up to serve a customer every now and then." Hell, why not cut to the chase and see if the flirty demeanour was for tips or because she was as interested in him as he was, her?
