Charity could see him contemplating where to sit, so she gestured for him to have a seat next to her on the couch. She leaned forward and poured them both a glass of wine. As she did, her mind went back to the dance. "Did you ever run that sample of the punch?" she asked, curiously. Finishing as she chilled the bottle again and leaned back as she took her glass in one hand and offered him his. "He's not much for good company, but I'll blame his age. It's not just you, it's everyone." she chuckled.