Asher's nose wrinkled. In that area at least, him and Ashleigh were scarily similar. The idea of not being in control didn't sit easily with either of them, though that manifested in very different ways. The idea of being dosed with veritaserum, of not being in control of what he said...Asher half thought he'd hex his mouth shut rather than say anything he hadn't planned to. He spooned food onto his plate, then set it down on the table and shuffled forward, dropping down to sit cross-legged on the floor with his back against the couch.
"if he took advantage of you being unable to lie to see if he had a chance with you," he said, frowning, "we're going to have words." It wasn't fair on Ashleigh, and if that had happened Asher rather hoped that she had been brutally honest and not given him the answer he was hoping for. The fact that whatever they'd talked about had driven Ashleigh into an anxiety attack suggested that either way, he'd have to pay a visit to Axel at some point.
He was trying to avoid asking questions that she might not want to answer, just in case the veritaserum was still strong enough to remove any of Ashleigh's normal filters. It was hard, though, when he wanted to check if she was okay.
"Do you want to talk about what caused the anxiety attack?" He asked, carefully.