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It is a content - yet still rather wary - Asher who enters the Bar this evening.

He looks around for Anita or Jean Claude, relaxing a little when he spots neither. The lack of wereleopards is less pleasing, though something he's willing to tolerate. Gaining a book and a glass of synthetic blood from Bar (He can feed off Nathaniel, amongst others, but there are other things he would prefer to do to his cat first, and those require blood), he takes a seat in the shadowed corner, curling up in a booth, gently toeing off his soft leather boots, bare toes tucked under the edge of a cushion.

[ooc: open to all 'til it falls off the front page. Slowtime in an hour or two.]

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He is, but the leopard isn't making any moves to have Asher give touch. Him simply being there already makes Damian twitchy. "I saw. And got the offer to get French lessons," he says, almost amused. The concept does really make him laugh, if only because they're from the Master of the City, whose lover is also his mate.

Can it really get any more convoluted, considering the circumstances?

Asher arches an eyebrow.

"From Jean Claude?" He asks, amused and surprised at once. Trying to explain the complicated relationships that connect everyone from St Louis now in Milliways would involve several diagrams, a lot of patience, and the ability to think one's way round a corkscrew.

"I'm pretty sure it was supposed to be humorous. Might have misinterpreted," he sighs, stretching over the back of the chair and just sort of...laying that way. "How're things with you and Nat?"

Shut up, it's comfortable.

Asher arches an eyebrow, though he has long since ceased to be surprised by the contortions that the leopards all seem to be perfectly comfortable in.

"Well, no thanks to your Nimir-Ra. She has relented, a little. I am no longer required to have a chaperone, should I wish to spend time with Nathaniel."

"I heard," he sighs. "I wish I could keep her from considering doing all of this. Especially considering our Pards have merged and she really doesn't have to do it all now."

Though that, apparently, wasn't going to happen anytime soon. But he did love her.

Asher shrugs. "If you succeed in changing her, you will be a stronger man than Richard, or Jean Claude." It really, really wasn't going to happen, in other words.

Wry smile. Asher might be able to see it.

If he can't he'll certainly hear it. "I'm already bigger."

Asher smiles slyly. "So I have heard." Anita seems to collect men who have nothing to be ashamed of in the bedroom; himself included, though Anita has never been close enough to tell.

"Word travels fast," he murmurs, eyeing the distance between his chair and Asher's.

He gives a shove with his foot and moves it a foot or so closer. Withing arm's reach. "You been taking care of my omega?" He'll play with Asher a little, prod him about Nathaniel, and be happy with that much.

It's a step. "We got her to sleep with Damian in the bed with us. Nat and I. Mostly Nat."

"Would I be content talking to his alpha if I had not?" Asher asks, arching an eyebrow. This behavior he understands; it's Anita's kneejerk refusal that bothered him.

"I swear to you I will never do anything to Nathaniel that he doesn't want. Nor anything that will harm him." Harm and hurt are two very different things, of course.

He very nearly snorts. "I'm fine with you giving him what he wants. Or not, as is your perogative in bed," Micah says. "I'm only teasing. I want him happy as much as you do, and if you're the one that gives it to him, far be it from me to argue."

The leopard looks from Asher's face to one hand, not currently giving scritches. There is a problem with this, somewhere. "I get the feeling you'd be confident and positively charming no matter what you'd been up to."

Asher smirks a little, waiting for Micah to move that little bit closer.

"True. But nonetheless, Nathaniel is quite content."

Streeeetch.

Nudge nudge.

"That, I'm glad to hear. I saw the hair clasp you had made...it's very fitting. Planning on collaring Nathaniel?"

Asher laughs softly, reaches out.

Scritch scritch.

"..." Asher scritches rather than answer. He's not likely to talk to Micah about it, considering he hasn't even discussed it with Nathaniel yet. When he does (as he plans to), Micah will no doubt be one of the first people to know.

Micah purrs, and lets it go.

He'll find out when it happens, if it happens. "Good..."

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