[Asch doesn't attack - he's young, but not reckless - merely keeps the blade leveled between them, as a defense and a deterrent. His eyes waver at Luke's words, but he doesn't let his sword fall; his grip tightens, teeth clenching, and he raises his voice.]

I... I don't know you! You never even gave me your name. My father is watching, and the guards will come if we call, so don't make any sudden moves!

[From behind him, he can hear the rustling of fabric, and then the quiet call of his mother - "Luke? Are you alright?" - but he doesn't turn. He winces as if he's afraid to look.]