"Excuse me but…What the fuck?" Asher's expression contorted into one of complete bewilderment, his previous intent to battle fading into the background as he tried to grasp the absurdity of the situation.
His hand instinctively tightened around his weapon, not out of aggression, but more as a reflex to ground himself in reality.
Lori's eyes twinkled with amusement and perhaps a hint of malicious pride as she observed Asher's reaction.
Her coils shifted slightly, a gesture that seemed almost like a shrug, "Yes, you heard me correctly. It's not every day that one finds a worthy vessel. You should consider it an honor."
Asher shook his head, trying to clear the confusion, "Honor or not, I'm here to kill you, not join your... your family tree." His voice regained some of its earlier firmness, though his gaze still held a flicker of uncertainty as he tried to decide whether he was in a battle or some bizarre negotiation.
