The suits were absolutely going to wrinkle. No care at all for expensive things, this one. Asher huffed, closing his eyes and curling up against Elijah's side, kicking off his shoes at the very least. He'd shed the rest of his clothing throughout the night.

"Christ child Elijah, you're rather obsessed with shooting people, you know? No one, damn it," Asher muttered, squirming around again onto his back so he could undo his belt. Never mind, the pants would be too uncomfortable to sleep in, they had to come off now. "... Unless there's a weaselly looking white guy that comes in. Then shoot him. I imagine he'll be a redhead now."