Asher grumbled in frustration, his head sagging, chin nearly hitting his chest. This man was a complete idiot. Had he been in possession of a weaker ego, he might have felt slightly rejected, but as things were, he was just annoyed that the alcohol was the issue here. "Tasted like shit anyway. I did you a favor."

That was his argument and he was sticking to it. And favors were meant to be returned.