Charles tried to mask the mixed nature of his emotions at his father's words by taking a sip of his drink. He was happy that his father thought he had done well and enjoyed the play, uncertain about the comment regarding Abigail, and nervously pleased with the mention of more responsibilities. His risk with the play had actually paid off, though he was less surprised by it now than he had been immediately following the performance. Above all else his father had been proud of him.

"Truly?" he said and smiled, the positive emotions outweighing his misgivings. If his father thought he was ready for more responsibilities then he would not be so foolish as to disagree. "Thank you, Father. ...What sort of responsibilities, if I may ask?"