"Well... it doesn't need to be every night sir. If it is a bother I guess we could always get a small Tele in the dining room if you'd prefer it. It's something to kill any silence... even as some form of background noise?" he asked following him to the car. As soon as he sat down he regretted eating the sweet treat. Sometimes his stomach was nice to him and didn't act up, but now it was starting to turn... why now? did his body want him to get caught? Obviously... He sat in the seat of the car and positioned the seat back a little with a small sigh. "Man I'm stuffed" he said with a quiet chuckle to give off the illusion that his stomach was okay and he was just full. "You can see the work space tomorrow. I don't normally drop in on a Thursday, but why not?" he said fastening his seatbelt and falling silent as Charles started to drive. He sat with one hand positioned over his stomach and only moved again when the car pulled into the drive.<br/><br/>Moving was a little awkward, but he pushed through it and unfastened his seatbelt. Charles was already handing the bags as he got out the car and closed the door to look at the bench. "I read studying and sleeping in the same place wasn't healthy for the brain, so maybe the bathroom would be a better place. I don't mind who's, but maybe mine would be better? it'll be less of an effort on your part if you need to drag me" he said with a small smirk. "Where would you like to put it?" he asked rounding the bench to the other side to help lift it into the house.<br/><br/>"I already know not to touch either you or myself. No sweet treats... (whoops) and to get up at an agreed time. I'll eat what I'm given and will attempt to work out. But if you're needing a spreadsheet about our business then it'll be easier for me to make one while we're on the grounds. I don't want to miss anything out" he said honestly. "As for now...where are we putting this?" he needed to make the manoeuvre quickly and excuse himself for a few minutes if he could without causing any suspicion.