Nah, I'll just give 'em a proper swat, really make 'em regret tryin'. [And an idle wriggle of a hand where a little charm bracelet flashes silver just under the edge of a leather glove.] And if that fails, got a tracking charm, so he'll know right where to go.

[Not that this was the only charmed tracker Charles carried, but he wasn't about to say that. And tracking charm or no, he had utter faith in Edwin to find him no matter where he wound up.]

What about you? What's got you hangin' around, aside from the adorable vegetation?