Asran yawned as he finished off his bottle of wine, and set it aside. He began thinking of a way to get out of here, and shift forms. Illusion magic? Yeah that would work. “Markus since you decided to bring Ayrie to my table. You’re gonna cast a little illusion spell. Show me in this form while I go head back inside, and shift forms.” Markus looked hesitant, but with the look Asran gave him he nodded quickly. Then cast his magic while Asran slipped away. 

He went inside the temple shifting to his human form. He also took the time to use the washroom. To clean his face off of dried blood. Then put on comfortable clothing a simple blue silk shirt, and jeans. He made his way outside, and sat beside his illusionary self. Maybe, just maybe it’d confuse Ayrie enough that she’d reconsider that he was the lord of Gluttony.