Not really. [He shakes his head - it's too late for that anyway. He almost adds that he appreciates pleasing a beautiful lady, but he's in no condition of repelling an attack if the thought offends her and decides to descend on him.
Her expression already tightens when he holds her in place, her eyes hard on him.]
What kind of information are we talking about?
[Releasing her - somewhat reluctantly - Charles leans back slightly on his bed, getting himself more comfortable, his back against the wall. He's intrigued, now, as to what she wishes to know, and why she thinks he would have her answers.]
no subject
Her expression already tightens when he holds her in place, her eyes hard on him.]
What kind of information are we talking about?
[Releasing her - somewhat reluctantly - Charles leans back slightly on his bed, getting himself more comfortable, his back against the wall. He's intrigued, now, as to what she wishes to know, and why she thinks he would have her answers.]