Something in his stills a little at the question - a prey animal sensing something is onto its scent. Is this the termination dialogue? Sounds a bit like it, honestly. Like if he answers one way, he'll get a neat severance package and if he answers another she'll just cut off his head for his trouble.

Charles shrugs. He fiddles idly with the very nice watch at his wrist. "I like the travel, yeah." And he snorts, all light as he settles back into the chair back. "And it's never bloody boring, is it?" Best to keep it clean and straightforward.

And there's a knife in his jacket's interior pocket. He's been careful about it, he thinks - seriously doubts she has any idea its there. If she really wants to come at him, he's ready enough for it.