Asher simply nodded at the man's words, his expression flat and unreadable. His eyes shifted toward the side, where the woman who had attacked him earlier slowly rose to her feet with a low groan. Her black eyes flickered toward him, and for a brief, unmistakable moment, killing intent flashed within them like a sharpened blade catching a glint of moonlight.
But, just as quickly as it appeared, it vanished beneath a mask of forced indifference. Asher sensed it clearly, but he did not bother reacting. He merely observed her with detached calm. He would leave her be for now, an act of indifference rather than mercy, but if she acted against him again in the name of revenge, then he would simply kill her after the mission without hesitation or remorse.
"You may sit down," the man said, gesturing toward a couch at the side. His tone carried authority without effort.
