Asher's mouth turns down into a soft moue of displeasure as Teja's hand drops away; he misses people touching him, it is not something that often occurs these days. But he can sense Teja's skittishness, and doesn't wish to presume.

"And did this Merlin speak to you the same evening I did?" He asks, wondering who else in the bar has been affected. Whether it is something from his world, or another, causing such horror.