Charlie moaned at Quin's mention of his possible fate. The heat from his body was a wonderful contrast to the ice that he just held against his abs, causing a little whimper when he moved. "Wait." he didn't want the touch to end but didn't know how to keep him from running away. "You're hands. Why are you so warm? It feels good."  he pouted a little, not sure of what to say, missing the boldness he had the day before. "I don't want to sit here by myself."