As composed as Charles was, generally speaking, he simply couldn't help a brief - but not as subtle as it ought to have been - snort of amusement. Charles might somewhere deep down have a romantic bone in his body but if he did it was probably one of those tiny ear bones, so of course he thought the boy absolutely ridiculous. He disdained the notion of class movement and while that was technically what this young fellow was aspiring to do, Charles couldn't take him seriously enough to even be disgusted. "And how do you intend to do that?" He braced himself for an even more entertaining response to this question.
