[You know that feeling you get when, in a conversation, it's like a bucket of ice has been thrown all over someone? Cold, uncomfortable, downright awkward? Asch has a look on his face that pretty much is that feeling. He glowers at her for a long moment, all pretense of tolerance and amusement gone. It's not exactly anger, more like she's being cut off, as if a door's been shut in her face.]
Change his name.
[He says it like she'd asked if he was going to drag it out and murder it.]
DAMMIT MASA
Change his name.
[He says it like she'd asked if he was going to drag it out and murder it.]