Annoyance couldn't even muster itself anymore. Asura let out a tiny, exasperated sigh, trying to ignore Charlotte's continued rambling. With that sigh, most of his emotions faded. His head tilted back against the wall and his eyes closed, trying to minimize the amount of information invading his confused senses. He just wanted to stop feeling like he was about to pass out, which if he didn't hurry, he probably would. There was too much effort involved in mustering up the words to respond to her, so instead he kept his mouth shut. Her efforts, although with good intentions, were only hampering him from what he needed, and he wasn't about to blurt that out. Not right now. He reminded himself he needed to have a filter, especially if he wanted her to cooperate.<br/><br/>The moment she stepped out of the bathroom, he let out another large sigh, this one of relief. It was only a fleeting moment of peace, but it was enough to allow him to focus. Whatever he did in that brief time, he was a lot more stable when she returned, even if his head was still somewhat fuzzy. Her efforts went more appreciated, now that he could think with more clarity. "<b>Thanks, </b>" He managed, with only a small dent in his pride. He felt he probably made himself look like an idiot. Even if she understood that his lack of tolerance was because of his blood, he was still the fool who drank too much, too quickly. "<b>I don't drink often… and even then, it's not usually when anyone's around.</b>"<br/><br/>With his drunkenness at least mildly fading, he opened his blue eyes to look up at her, and what hit him first was her concern. It wasn't unusual to see people getting worried about things, but he wasn't used to seeing that look directed at him. It unsettled him, despite his best efforts to ignore it, and as a result he let his eyes fall back to the floor where it was a bit safer to look. Even when it was painted with anxiety, her face was beautiful. It wasn't the first time he'd noticed, either. Asura had noted a few times by now, not just tonight, that this woman was attractive. If he knew the thoughts she'd had about him, he probably would have blushed then, considering his vulnerable state.<br/><br/>"<b>Aspirin would probably make me sick. I mean…</b>" He shrugged, glancing to the side since he didn't know really where to look. Anywhere but at her. "<b>Any drugs, alcohol… diseases, illness… it hits hard. The human side helps me to deal with it, but I'd be screwed over if I never found out how the others manage it. Long story short, if you want to spot someone who isn't human… who is like my non-human half? Watch what they eat, and what they drink. Watch how they act when they're around someone sick. Something as simple as caffeine can be a trigger for severe reactions. They'd drink decaf coffee… avoid any food that has even a mild risk of foodborne illness… and they wouldn't touch a sick person with a hundred-foot pole. It's not that they would die -they won't- but it would expose them as being something other than ordinary, just by how quickly the effects spread.</b>" Was it a good idea to be exposing his weakness to her? Possibly not. Was it a good idea to be teaching her how to spot the enemy? He could see pros and cons to that.<br/><br/>"<b>Now,</b>" He kept himself steadied by the wall while he got to his feet, taking the water with some gratitude. "<b>If you want to finish your interrogation, I'd suggest finishing before I entirely come to my senses. Lest I come to the realization I'm telling you way more than you actually needed to know.</b>"<br/><br/><a class="username" data-user-id="91" data-username="@Wren" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/91/">@Wren</a>