The culprit was some young whelp who looked rather out of place in Charles' opinion. His lip twitched upwards slightly in a subtle sneer. "I hope you have greater mastery of your limbs on the dance floor." Not that the boy was likely to be dancing with (and maiming) anyone Charles would dance with, he didn't fancy the boy would have the confidence nor the social standing to be securing dances with the finest of the ladies gathered this evening.
He would ordinarily have turned away and resumed his business but something the boy had said stuck with him. Not that Charles knew what that something was which was exactly the issue. It had either been some (probably) disrespectful utterance under his breath or something in another language which also bothered Charles as he was fluent in more languages than the average individual but not whatever that might've been. He so loathed not being able to understand what people were saying, it was partly that which had pushed him to learn languages such as gobbledegook. The trouble was he really didn't want to outright ask what he'd said. Perhaps he just had some sort of speech impairment.
He would ordinarily have turned away and resumed his business but something the boy had said stuck with him. Not that Charles knew what that something was which was exactly the issue. It had either been some (probably) disrespectful utterance under his breath or something in another language which also bothered Charles as he was fluent in more languages than the average individual but not whatever that might've been. He so loathed not being able to understand what people were saying, it was partly that which had pushed him to learn languages such as gobbledegook. The trouble was he really didn't want to outright ask what he'd said. Perhaps he just had some sort of speech impairment.
