You continue to wound me, Asch. Does our friendship really mean so little to you? [He asks with airy sarcasm before switching to a more cutting formality.] But I suppose you can rest your angry little head for now. I've asked as much of your personal life as I intend to for the time being. [He could ask more - he wants to ask more about Asch's last memories. But with Asch being, well, Asch, he knows this isn't the right time to pursue that.] There's no need to regale me with tales of crafting lanterns for golden-haired girls.

However, perhaps you could answer me something regarding another of your friends.