Talk! He wasn't sure what there was to talk. He had asked for solutions, Charlie didn't like any of them, other than to continue fucking while his reputation went to hell, and they had agreed to split up.
"Sure," he said, instead, because Charlie was still his boss, and he was going to keep this as professional as possible. "Would you like to seat? I was making coffee." This was the one improvement over Hogwarts. They might not have all of the house elves, but the little stove in the tent, let them make little things like coffee and tea.
He put the water on, and then sat down himself. "What can I do for you?"