To the mention of his mother, Asura's entire body tensed. He refrained from showing too much how it bothered him, but he became distracted by Charlotte's declaration that his first answer didn't count. Asura didn't bother to argue with her, but he also took it as an excuse not to answer her second question just yet. As a matter of a fact, he didn't open his mouth again until they stood at her door, apartment 302. "<b>Fine</b>," He told her, gesturing to the door. "<b>If you want to play it this way, I expect every answer I provide from this point forward to count toward the five we've agreed upon. You get that last one for free, but because that's fair, not because of some loophole</b>."<br/><br/>With that, he didn't dare utter a word until they were inside. He didn't care to make himself comfortable, but instead stood awkwardly in the center of the room where they entered. His eyes scanned the apartment only briefly, as though ensuring that no one uninvited was there. He didn't particularly expect anyone to be there, waiting for them, but he was paranoid nonetheless. Apparently, he'd been making a lot of wrong assumptions lately, like thinking that Charlotte would forget everything and move on with her life.<br/><br/>Now that they were alone and not out in the open, he felt a lot more comfortable about speaking more openly. There were things he didn't favor having strangers overhear, even if those strangers were late-night drunks and the like. There always was the chance that someone more important overhearing… or someone more dangerous. He shook his head and looked at Charlotte, who had decidedly given him a nickname regarding the eerie blue eyes he had. He scoffed and looked away.<br/><br/>"<b>Another free answer</b>," He decided out loud, his arms crossing, "<b>No, I wouldn't want to make you forget</b>." Although he was honest, he had other motivations for telling her this fact. He wanted her to waste her questions, or at least some of them. He wanted to give her a sense of obligation, that he went out of his way to tell her something, which would make her feel like she should relent, even if only temporarily. He didn't think there would be a permanent solution to the problem that was Charlotte, but he hoped, at least, to buy himself some time. Somehow.<br/><br/>"<b>Before we get into the details, can I ask you something?</b>" He waved his hand almost dismissively. Asking that alone was already asking a question. If she didn't want to answer him, so be it, but he at least had to ask. "<b>I want to know what you remember. What exactly would you say happened three months ago? The more you can tell me, the better I can understand. It might help me to be able to explain more clearly what has been going on</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>