[size=20]A[/size][size=13]sher couldn't help but to smirk at the expense of these other men that he seemed to have so easily eclipsed.
"And you know your worth. Good." Though undeniably a manipulative cunt, Asher could probably be considered a feminist; he treated women with the same respect and expectations that he placed upon men, and always championed them when the option arose. Certainly, there were some positive aspects to him, even when, overall, he could likely be considered ... less than palatable. Of course, he would never call himself as much; attributing positive things to himself wasn't a particular strong suit of his, despite his confidence - to the point of arrogance, sometimes. It was an odd dichotomy.
Watching carefully as he was, he did notice the slight pause in Percy, the light shift in her body as she considered the information he offered - it seemed contrasting, and she wasn't stupid. He could explain himself better, but her response essentially did it for him.
"Precisely what I meant." He considered winking, but that might have been a touch too far on the cheesy side. So he simply smirked and returned to his tea and muffin momentarily.
As he took a breath to fuel the words he was about to say upon looking back up, Persephone cut in - though he was sure she didn't mean to interrupt. And before he knew it, Asher was looking at her waiting hand, and he stared at it a moment with raised eyebrows. He was used to being the aggressor - in most situations, actually - and this was a surprise to him. However, after a moment, he realised it was a welcome one, and a receptive smile stretched across his mouth as he dug his hand into the pocket of his jeans.
"Beat me to it." At least with this kind of energy he could be sure that she wouldn't give him a fake number. He might have thought his comment about the night life could have scared her away - and her own measure of agreement perhaps a kind of tend and befriend response - if not for the continued forwardness of her suggestion.
It was a pleasant moment for him, one that encouraged him to question his own motives; perhaps this didn't have to be some kind of manipulative trick - perhaps this woman was actually worth having around for more than she could offer his reputation.[/size]
"And you know your worth. Good." Though undeniably a manipulative cunt, Asher could probably be considered a feminist; he treated women with the same respect and expectations that he placed upon men, and always championed them when the option arose. Certainly, there were some positive aspects to him, even when, overall, he could likely be considered ... less than palatable. Of course, he would never call himself as much; attributing positive things to himself wasn't a particular strong suit of his, despite his confidence - to the point of arrogance, sometimes. It was an odd dichotomy.
Watching carefully as he was, he did notice the slight pause in Percy, the light shift in her body as she considered the information he offered - it seemed contrasting, and she wasn't stupid. He could explain himself better, but her response essentially did it for him.
"Precisely what I meant." He considered winking, but that might have been a touch too far on the cheesy side. So he simply smirked and returned to his tea and muffin momentarily.
As he took a breath to fuel the words he was about to say upon looking back up, Persephone cut in - though he was sure she didn't mean to interrupt. And before he knew it, Asher was looking at her waiting hand, and he stared at it a moment with raised eyebrows. He was used to being the aggressor - in most situations, actually - and this was a surprise to him. However, after a moment, he realised it was a welcome one, and a receptive smile stretched across his mouth as he dug his hand into the pocket of his jeans.
"Beat me to it." At least with this kind of energy he could be sure that she wouldn't give him a fake number. He might have thought his comment about the night life could have scared her away - and her own measure of agreement perhaps a kind of tend and befriend response - if not for the continued forwardness of her suggestion.
It was a pleasant moment for him, one that encouraged him to question his own motives; perhaps this didn't have to be some kind of manipulative trick - perhaps this woman was actually worth having around for more than she could offer his reputation.[/size]
