“I’m serious, Asher. I can only protect you for so long. With…” he pauses for a moment, his eyes coming to me before he continues in a more hushed tone. “Everything, aligning the way it is, you have to be better.” “Maybe, I’m tired of it,” Asher draws out. “You don’t get to be, and you know that. So throw your little fit later. When you’re here, you are respectful, you will display an insurmountable level of couth and you won’t fight with your fiancée.”
