"Jesus Christ," Which is maybe just the smallest sliver of genuine pearl clutching on his part. "You're a menace to society."

He shifts so he can pin her wrist down, so he can kiss her properly or as close to it as is manageable while grinning against her mouth. Tomorrow they'll run round, do some proper ground work - earn their keep and then some. For now, Charlie supposes he can make do with her mouth and the shape of her fingers, the weight of her legs across his and the dull, not so distant sound of music and laughter.