[Oh if only the Cat knew. If only he knew how Charles' absolutely burned for Edwin in every way. It was such a part of him, such a vital element that it didn't even strike him as strange. As natural as the sun in the sky. And like the sun, that fire was the reason he existed, at this point.

But then he'd known so few examples of love in his life, was it any surprise that he hadn't realized the potential in that intensity, until Edwin's shaky confession had held up a mirror and let him see the shape of things for the first time?

And where did that leave him now, with all that fire but uncertain where to direct it?

Unaware of the Cat's inner turmoil, especially with his comments about sexuality to chew on, Charles was more than willing to follow the prompting, falling into step alongside his companion as their steps turned them towards the beach. Considering the question that followed, a sensible enough one with what happened, even if the addition had him chuckling faintly.]

I... don't remember, nah. S'all just fog and water. Sometimes you'll bring something up or I'll see something and it'll seem right. Or a bit of memory shakes out. [A vague gesture with a hand, as if he knew that wasn't especially helpful, but it was what he had. But he gives himself a centering shake and a wry smile.]

A gentleman doesn't kiss and tell, Your Majesty, [As if he was a gentleman, the very idea, his teasing smirk seemed to say.] But the idea of kissin' either... feels familiar, yeah.