It's not the first time Frazer's slipped out of her clothes in his presence and if he were a betting man, he'd be more than comfortable putting his money on that possibility that it wouldn't be the last, so the flash of skin is met with a mild glance after her and little more as Charlie tips his head, swings his shoulders around and moves to do what she asks of him.

He does, of course, aim for the distance. As casually as he can, he settles into one of the cream colored chairs - lets her legs stretch out in front of him, his wrists easy off the end of the chair's upholstered arms. And while he should know better than to prod, be dislikes the silence: "I thought it went pretty well, honestly."

Either it did or it didn't, right?