Charlie was not used to being denied anything and pout pulled both his ears and the corners of his mouth down in a childish expression not normally seen on an eighteen year old. He heard the voices more clearly and felt a sting in his chest as Quin pushed him back. His anger went to the first thing he could pin the blame on and he whined under his breath, "Stupid horse.."<br/><br/>He did need to get to class. "Fine. But tomorrow you will play with me."  Thoughts of the video and Quins well founded fear of discovery cheered him up. Charlie didn't consider the idea churning in his head blackmail, just persuasion. He brightened suddenly and gave Quin a cryptic, but none the less charming smile. "See you tomorrow."