[It's fine. Charles is definitely not going to think about the uses he has vague knowledge of for a safeword, especially not when faced with the Cat. The strangely handsome, flirty, charming Cat. He was fairly inexperienced but you spend long enough alive and well... you do hear things. Edges of his ears pink, collar flush, he was quite glad when the Cat's attention turned away from that subject however lightly it had been brushed on.
The mention of the Lighthouse had him turning his gaze towards it, brow furrowing.]
Fine. [Not what he'd expected to slip past his lips given they'd only just talked about the enchanted souvenir jar mere minutes earlier. Brow furrowing as he considered the answer, uncertain what it meant, or why it had an uncomfortable sort of squirm accompanying it. It made him feel the opposite of fine, as a matter of fact.]
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The mention of the Lighthouse had him turning his gaze towards it, brow furrowing.]
Fine. [Not what he'd expected to slip past his lips given they'd only just talked about the enchanted souvenir jar mere minutes earlier. Brow furrowing as he considered the answer, uncertain what it meant, or why it had an uncomfortable sort of squirm accompanying it. It made him feel the opposite of fine, as a matter of fact.]