"[I]Uh-oh, incoming trouble Andy-boy. Brace yourself.[/I]"

Blinking, Andrew looked up from his book just in time to see Ashil approaching. He couldn't believe it. Was he coming straight at him? Why was he coming back here? He had a perfectly good seat all to himself already! As Ashil came closer and closer, Andrew's mouth hung agape from his astonishment, eyes wide. His glasses sliding down the bridge of his nose as he stared, his face grew more and more red from his anxiety and nervousness. A deep sense of dread growing from the pit of his stomach as Ashil then sat down right next to him, coming between him and Mai after shooting her an ugly look. 

Sweating bullets, Andrew focused on his book and refused to look at Ashil. He was way too close for Andrew's comfort. Within his 'personal bubble' if you would. His 'bubble' extended outward to anyone within a few meters of him, considering. He nearly yelped when Ashil opened his mouth to speak to him, almost jumping in his seat.

"[B]And here I thought the maid was the most pitiable person here,[/B]" Ashil jeered.
"[I]Excuse me? Who are you to talk, Fruit Cake?[/I]" Asmodeus quickly grew annoyed.
"[B]Look at you, you look petrified.[/B]" Ashil finished.
"[I]Andy-boy, are you going to let him speak to you like that?..[/I]" Asmodeus seethed.

As Ashil had leaned even closer to Andrew as he spoke, invading his 'bubble' even more, he couldn't bring himself to summon an ounce of courage to speak back to him. Instead, he sat in manic silence, trembling and shaking. Still staring at the words in his book.

"[I]Andrew! By the fires of Hell, I refuse to let him speak to you like that! Say something![/I]"
"[I]I-I-I-I c-c-c-an't...[/I]"
"[I]Then let me handle this.[/I]"
"[I]N-no, d-don't![/I]" Andrew pleaded, weakly.
"[I]Too late, it's my turn kiddo.[/I]"

Asmodeus took advantage of his growing anger and Andrew's feeble state to assume control over his body. Andrew suddenly growing still, a ring of black diamonds encircled his left eye. With an audible sigh, Asmodeus as Andrew slowly closed his book and placed it neatly on his lap. Turning to face Ashil, he gave him a sly smile. Leaning in close enough to Ashil that their noses practically touched, Asmodeus voice came as frighteningly deep yet smooth, strong and masculine in its timbre.

"[B]The good Maiden aside...[/B]" pausing, he leaned ever so slightly to the side to cast Mai a wink and flashed her a fox-like smile.
Turning back to Ashil and looking him in the eyes he continued, "[B]I wouldn't be going 'round saying who you think is the most pitiable person on this bus is...[/B]"
His white smile grew wider, "[B]Because honestly I find those who are failures at their jobs to be most pitiable, wouldn't you?[/B]"
Chuckling, he reached up and stroked a length of Ashil's hair with two fingers. "[B]Keeping up appearances is all fine and dandy, but come talk to me when you can walk the walk too..[/B]"
Lowering his hands so that they both rested on the book in his lap, he gently patted its cover, "[B]Now, if you don't mind. I'd appreciate it if you would allow me to continue reading my book. Hm?[/B]" he tilted his head slightly and raised a curious eyebrow at Ashil as he continued to smile ever so sweetly in his face.

A warm, yet sickeningly sweet Aura began to ooze forth from Asmodeus' body. Tickling Ashil's nose and reaching into him, daring him to be pulled in closer by Asmodeus.