"I'm not Blacksworn." Asch doesn't sound particularly offended by the implication--just a little aggrieved by the whole situation. Asch doesn't want to talk about himself and pointedly ignores the question of morality when it comes to using poor defenseless bushes as target practice.

"And what about you?" He lifts his gaze up higher, once again making as close of a guess as he can as to Cynder's location. "Unless you're a terrible liar you aren't from Red, but you certainly sound like it."