It was times such as these that reminded him with an emphatic slap upside the head that Charlette existed on an entirely different plane than he did. Made sense, what with the age gap and all.<br/><br/>He'd play along with the dancing parts, though he had to admit that her grinds resulted in reactions of his own.  Reactions that he wished to suppress.<br/><br/>Other than that, his true focus was seeing her tucked into her bed.  At the rate she was going, that might take a while.