With his attention back on the half-naked man, Asher found himself questioning his origins. The mutt with a brown mop obviously knew the angel, but how he knew her and why he was here in the forest would be instrumental in deciding his fate. 

But before he could voice any these thoughts, as seemed to be becoming the case more and more frequently, another character revealed their presence. The incorporeal form made him suspect the figure before him was a phantom, but there was something about that didn't feel quite right. That little suspicion was confirmed when he recognized her voice from his time at court.

[Color=slategray]"Livia, was it?"[/color] he asked, certain that it was indeed the ancient wraith. Demonic politics was a tiresome game of who-knows-who, one which Asher had entertained briefly and had made sure that he knew everyone. Last he heard, the wraith had been off following her own devices, so seeing her here left the prince wary. Especially with that predatory gleam she had when her eyes darted to the angel. 

[Color=slategray]"Watch yourself,"[/color] he warned with ice in his voice, [Color=slategray]"She is not yours to take from me."[/color] He let his words hang in the air for a few silent moments, giving his unspoken threat time to sink in. Then in the next instant his expression and tone were neutral once more. [Color=slategray]"But your help would be greatly appreciated. I would have you scout the area, as I'm beginning to become paranoid of more interlopers discovering us."[/color] It was phrased as an order, but he knew better than to disrespect a being as old as the wraith, [color=slategray]"Is that agreeable with you, Livia?"[/color] 

[@Karos]