At his remark on her bedroom, Charlotte momentarily stilled before, with eyes flashing behind subdued grace, she remarked cooly, "Considering I lost most of my more individual items two weeks ago in an attack I hadn't expected at all, Leathan, you can't truly hold me responsible for the decor of this room, can you?"

Walking towards the chair he had haphazardly strewn his robes, she picked them up without thinking to hang on a stand to keep from becoming wrinkled. Smoothing a hand over it, she was immersed in her thoughts, the silence extending between them. Moving to the mirror, she tugged open her own hair, sliding it up in an elegant twist in the next moment. Watching his reflection, she paused before inquiring, "How is Josh? Are you two still living together?"

Another pause, she asked, "Do you really plan to come Saturday or was that merely to appease my father?"