"Of course I will, I'd never be so lucky as to live the rest of my life without having to deal with rain again." He shook his head, the motion sending water down the back of his neck and into his robes - and if he weren't all ready soaked through he'd have felt it more. He was all ready pulling off the first layer of his clothes when Callum opened the bedroom up to the living space.
"Stop being so logical, can't you seem I'm of the mind to complain at the moment?" He said without any heat or conviction to the words, truthfully he was glad he had Callum there to remind him when he was being an idiot and keep him mostly sane.
He nodded, "Yeah, but We're still slave drivers, understanding or not." Charlie reminded Callum, stripping off more of his wet clothing. Charlie could live with being a slave driver though, if it meant those kids would know what they were doing when it came time for them to actually fight with the dragons.