Lion Head Mesa I'll probably get soup. Or something light.

She invited him to lay on the furs, and Charles could see that there was something in her gaze that invited him in. He smiled, feeling his confidence grow at her enticing gaze. He knew this look. He'd seen it on many girls before, especially in Firefly Glen when he had been young and cool and tried to make a new life for himself. This was something he could use.

He lay down and shot her a smirk, which actually made him look more charming than she'd seen him before — considering the effect confidence has on a person. Tell me about you, Charles asked of her as he lay down. What do you like to do? Where are you from? I hear you are from a different place than here, also.