He laughed in spite of himself.<br/><br/>“I'm a pathetic excuse for a hunter then, I suppose,” he said, attempting to lighten the atmosphere.  “I'm starting to wonder how much you really live up to your reputation, because so far you've been a pathetic excuse for an Alpha.  Can't even kill a man already half-dead wearing nothing but his knickers.”<br/><br/>Asher allowed a small smile to pull at his lips.  “Honestly, you're the worst vampire I've ever met.  There's something intriguing about that.  I never thought I'd hear myself say so, but I've rather enjoyed your company, despite everything.  And if the Clan doesn't like that they can kiss my arse, because I think you're far too beautiful to die in the way you wish.  Sorry to disappoint.”<br/><br/>There.  Cor blimey he'd said it, and he cast his eyes downward in the moment he felt the words sink in.  “Besides, it's shameful to be associated with Zaine… she...” he trailed off.  He didn't want to even talk about that girl.  “I'm sorry about your dad, truly I am.  But if you respect your father as much as I think you do, you best be making him proud.  What do you think he would say about you at this moment?”<br/><br/>He must be mad.  The Chief fed him nearly the same words when they found him dying in the swamplands.  Asher was ready to give up, just die in the mud.  The Chief showed him there was still purpose for him, and as twisted as the situation became, the same could apply to her as well.  He could see a little of himself in her eyes.