Codevon was nothing short of pleased with the facial expressions he was gifted to witness.  He grinned and chuckled, every now and then making small movements to tempt him further.  Eventually, he stood from the counter entirely and circled around him, lightly sliding his hand across his backside and leaning in for a quick kiss on the cheek as he moved to the other side of the counter.  He leaned on it, watching Oriel's expression.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:teal">"...You going to eat, Oriel?"</span>he asked, his tone just a tad seductive.  He lifted his hand to his lips and lightly bit at the tip of his thumb, letting his tongue graze the skin between his teeth; of course, he was thinking of Oriel as he did this, causing his eyes to narrow slightly with the remnants of past pleasures.<br/><br/>With the comment, Charlie looked over at Emmerick, his face rather vacant of expression.  He'd considered this before, of course, and even attempted to ask Emmerick, though he'd been denied.  Unknown to Charlie, it was Emmerick's controlling personality that'd taken affect, there.  He didn't want to be asked, he wanted to give it and force it of his own accord.  Emmerick gazed at Charlie, in turn and they shared opposing expressions: Charlie's was thoughtful and Emmerick's was nearly a glare.  Emmerick then turned back to his food, eating as if the exchange never happened.  Charlie seemed to frown a little and grow antsy, but it hardly showed.  Although he wasn't hungry in the least bit, he picked up his fork and took another bite to distract himself, knowing that Quinn had his eye on him.