For a long moment Asher considers Jeremy's proposition, finishing off his beer before giving a nod and a quirked smile. It can't hurt to give in a bit - he'd already caved some by coming at all, and he knows his friend is really just trying for his sake... and maybe a bit of his own.

"Fine, a few games of Quidpong. You can't be pissed at me if it's a disaster, though, sine I haven't played in a while." He says all this as he takes the offered hand. "You're so pushy." There's no animosity in the comment, or even annoyance.