"We can take turns, Aisling and I," he said firmly. Beater's build or no, he rather thought Axel should be more scared of Aisling than of him. Not that he'd admit as much out loud. He at least had a sense of fellow-feeling when it came to genitals. Aisling would have no such qualms.
"If that was what he was doing," he said, darkly, "then I don't want you going anywhere near him." He'd taken advantage of Ashleigh's vulnerability, and that was inexcuseable, if it was intentional. Even if it wasn't...Asher didn't like the sound of things at all.
"Yeah, I do," he murmured, with a hint of a smile on his face. "About as welcome as a bat to the face in the first five minutes of a game." Quidditch analogies, to the surprise of no one. "I won't ask how you feel about him," he murmured, "because it's not fair to, when you can't hold anything back. But you're the only one who can decide if he's worth it. If the anxiety of changing things gets balanced out by what could be a good thing for you." He shrugged a little, scooping up a forkful of rice.
"If he coped alright with your anxiety attack, that's a good sign."