((Sorry for the wait guys. My electricity went out yesterday and didn't turn back on until noon today. 9_9 And also, here's a new thread cause that one was getting thin.))
As he was addressed, John pulled his head up from Henry's shoulder and grinned automatically, his eyes heavily lidded and drooping a little. He focused on the action just in time to notice Charlie stripping off his jacket and waistcoat. Could he remove his necktie? Both of John's eyebrows shot up high then, and he stepped away from Henry to approach Charlie in the middle of the floor.
"No." John sniffed, staring at Charlie down his nose. "You may not."
His fingers went to the knot of Charlie's tie himself, and he split it open and pulled it off Charlie's neck. "Such a sacred thing as a tie should only be touched by the king." he said as if Charlie was stupid for not knowing. Cocking his fez atop his brow, he squinted with concentration and looped the tie around Charlie's forehead, tying it into a lopsided bow next to his ear. There!
But that wasn't all. Charlie still looked a great deal overdressed... even if he was down to the equivalent of his underthings as standards went. John decided to kindly leave him with his shirt, but the pants just had to go. Bending down on both knees, he took Charlie by the waistline and undid his buttons, yanking his pants down to his ankles.
"Now I am pleased." John announced, struggling back to his feet with the help of handholds on Charlie's drawers, nearly yanking those to the floor too. When he was finally standing again, he gave Charlie a mock slap across the cheek.
"Lord Wilder requested punch! Get to it, you lazy swine! Or I'll send you to the guillotine!"