"I wanted to see you," she said simply, her gaze holding his own before she was turning from the mirror, leaning back against the dresser. Glancing down at her fingers, she met his eyes when she looked up, an intensity behind the veil of compliance not so easily seen, but present.

"I shouldn't have to explain that," remarked Charlotte with a touch of something inexplicable in her tone. Perhaps, impertinece, perhaps something more. It ebbed however as she took a few steps towards him, pausing at the other edge of the bed before she found herself speaking again.

"You're not wrong, we are further than this," she affirmed quietly before she was sliding her gaze over his face. "I just needed to see you."