Asher slid as far away from Stephen as the seating arrangement would allow for. He was afraid he'd wind up slamming the other man's head down against to tabletop so he could get a better look at whatever the hell he was staring at. Not only would it have been an unnecessary reaction, Asher wasn't too keen on the idea of having to potentially scrub blood off of any surface of his brand new boat.

Now if he could only scrub the mental images from his brain, he'd be okay.