Charlie looked up and smiled as Allaster circled him. He was certain that this evening was supposed to be some sort of hazing or initiation. He imagined that he was supposed to feel something approaching humiliation or embarrassment. But Charlie felt nothing other than heady anticipation. He nodded and grinned at Allaster's instructions. A sharp gasp escaped from his lips when Allaster slapped him, but Charlie had always loved to perform and he jumped and squeaked with dramatic exclamation.
He watched as Allaster walked towards the settee and the man seated there. He grinned and followed him, taking the glass from Alec's hand. "Monsieur, what is your pleasure?" he squeaked in a high voice. "Would you like more of zee punch?" His French accent was not terrible but he exaggerated the pitch and tenor of his voice. He pouched out his cheeks and bent slightly, effecting an exaggerated pose. "Would the young gentleman care for more cake?" He looked over his shoulder and dropped a sly wink at Allaster. "And for you, monsieur?" he asked innocently. "Anything you like?"