Charles sighed, not even bothering to try and not look like he feels oh, oh so very put-upon. He pushes his scarf back over half of his face to avoid breathing in too much dust, and slows his horse enough to be by the other's man's flank.

"Sing, and I'll leave you to the roadside crews that will most definitely hear you, and attack you. That's a nice coat you've got here, I'm sure they'll make a decent amount of money off of it, and that's not even considering your jewelry. They'll let me be on my way if I deliver you to them, I'm sure."

A hand on the hilt of his rapier, Charles went on. "I don't care if you have no concern for your own survival, or simply you're just too rich to ever have to concern yourself with it. But I've got somewhere to be, and I don't have time for a scuffle with bandits just because you couldn't keep your mouth shut."

Charles is used to taciturn men, Jack notwithstanding. And even Jack would know to just keep quiet and ride hard on a road such a this, where raids are common. Charles' side pouch was too heavy to big stopped by cutpurses.


((ooc: because I had the gif in a tab, I just wanted to point out that this is totally the face Richard made Charles do XDDD never stop Richard never stop))