Otter Creek i hate everything about you

It was too far now to turn back; and anyway, he'd come here for Ramesses, had he not? Yet now that he was so close to seeing the man again, everything in Charles' head screamed at him — begged at him to leave. It was too late, though. They were already deep into the territory by this point. Oh, well, he sounds like a busy man, Charles said, a little nervously. It okay to not go, ah... What was the word again? Audience? He'd never heard it before and he was afraid he would say it wrong, so he just trailed off there.

She asked him to pick a den and he just pointed to the first one he saw. This one is fine, I guess. Then she asked if he wanted a bath. Charles didn't really know what that meant, because everything here was weird and different, really. ... Yes..? he said, sounding a little lost and looking it too with his ears splayed to the side, and not really making his way towards the water; instead awaiting instructions, because he was afraid he'd do something dumb if he made assumptions about what came next.