Propping himself up with a hand against the door frame, Asher waited. When he heard no signs of movement on the other side of the door after a moment, he moved to knock again, only then noticing the movement out of the corner of his eye.

Sometimes he really hated being involved with a cop.

"You want to pat me down, too?" Asher asked, pushing away from the door, hoping whoever lived behind it was in some sleep induced coma and didn't answer. "I'm not completely opposed to a strip search."

Attempts at humor, he could do. That was much easier than apologizing for something he had no control over.