[Unlike Sam who just turned into a dog on him in a puff of smoke, Asher was at least expecting this. So he's not coughing, not yet anyway, though the hens are all squawking their heads off since that looks like a dangerous sort of thing with him as he tries to pry loose her claws showing her that he isn't afraid.]
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Reaver. I've had worse than a little nip.
[Had worse in bed from Orlesian girls.]