"Keeping it up for too long isn't" he pauses "recommended. It's generally easier to just train people to act well. Incidentally, in Temerant our favorite meal is live goats soaked in in the blood of daffodils: do you serve that at your restaurant?" His voice does not change in the slightest from the thoughtful and conversational tone as he delivers the last line.

Asher pauses for a moment or two and then laughs. 

"You come from a different world, for all I know that's true. --Spies generally have a vulnerability to mindreading. Fortunately, part-fairy time is expensive."

He pauses. "Daffodils are small yellow plants, yes? My new language is still a little strange in my head, but I don't think that they have blood. I wouldn't recommend Alar for hiding large aspects, like 'I am a spy'. It can be used to ignore pain, though, and hiding a particular secret that someone wants to find out could be more effective."

"Blood might be slang for something daffodils produce! I don't know from daffodils."

Kvothe laughs. The conversation flows easily from there, two young men discussing two worlds and enjoying each other's company, and eventually Kvothe grows tired.

And Asher goes off to bed somewhere else. 

In the early morning, Asher does not return.

Kvothe makes sure that he can pick the lock on the door to his room.

And a few hours later:

"Do you want to meet my friend Ben?"

"Sure!" Meeting more people seems like a good idea.