[It's an odd thing. Charles can objectively look at himself (or well, the Cat masquerading as him) and know he was attractive. It didn't strike him as a new revelation, but as something he'd been aware of before. Had it been something he made use of? Charisma got a person far when the smiles and banter came from a handsome face after all. And that seemed right too, which made him a little nervous as he didn't know yet why he was familiar with that sort of tactic. Surely if he was friends with people who were so interested in doing good that they'd formed a detective agency, he wasn't doing it to be a prat.

But what if he'd pulled the wool over their eyes too?

Luckily though, the Cat didn't seem to be lingering in the shape overlong, returning to the shape they seemed to prefer-

Or something close enough to it. Female rather than male, but still obviously the Cat. Charles' brows lifted as he took in the differences, curiosity and interest blended once again.]

Prefers... [Charles blinked, gaze back on those big golden eyes again, considering the idea now that it was presented.]

I... well, you're a real stunner like this, but I think you knew that already, [Said easily with a smile and a tilt of his head.] But... I meant it when I called you fit before too, yeah?

[Where did that leave him? He wasn't sure. He also wasn't sure why something about saying it, at least the second part of the admission, made him feel exposed in some way.]