[the height difference is a passing thought for him, and while it might be a slight problem sooner or later, it isn't as though there aren't solutions to it, either. Maybe not a problem for Lilja, but for him. However it's far from the top of problems that he should be thinking about and, well, he's not thinking much about those, either.

Still, Asch does try to stand a little taller as she approaches, huffing softly to himself. If he decided he wanted both he'd find someone else who wanted that, too - or he'd go find a certain someone. Later, of course, since right now he only wants the one thing] I don't like fighting as much as some people do . . . role?

[his hand had been reaching out for her hip, all intentions to draw her closer, but it pauses in confusion . . . until realization hits. Wait, he knows what that means, he's been asked that before. And it's probably obvious too, with the way he presses his lips together and briefly looks down at her fingers and then away, face reddening, and the way his fingers tighten.

Oh no, he knows what kind of person he's dealing with now]

—the only demand I have right now is that we don't do this in the middle of the street.