It was amazing just how innocent Charlie could look when he really tried.  Just as his face seemed to curl naturally into a smirk, it also seemed equally predisposed towards looking entirely unassuming.  If Slade hadn't already been experienced with the man's peculiar theatricality, he might have been convinced that Charlie would balk at borrowing someone's pen, let alone sneaking into vaults and pilfering stacks of money.<br/><br/>"Murder?<em>Rape?</em>" he cried, making a show of flinching backwards.  "My<em>goodness</em>, Slade!  To think that they'd let such uncouth reprobates into such a respectable establishment!  Why if I didn't know any better, I'd almost think this was a<em>prison</em>of some sort!  It's a bit difficult to tell, y'see, what with the lack of<em>security</em>.  I've been in hostels with stricter regulations."<br/><br/>He waggled his eyebrows in one practiced motion.  "Now Slade, what gave you the idea that I don't respect you?  You have so many admirable qualities...so many in fact that I'm having trouble recollectin' any of them!"<br/><br/>Patting himself down he would shoot a passing glance around the cramped cell, then flash another infectious smile.  "I'm a simple man with simple pleasures, y'know?  As much as I love these comfortable sheets y'gave me, I think what I'm wearin' is all I need to bring along.  Lead on!"