Charlie felt almost instantly guilty at her question. He found himself taking her hand and kissing it, trying to give her a reassuring smile. "No, whatever it is that she's mad about...it doesn't matter. I don't regret this." There was truth in his voice, it wouldn't be the first time he'd done something that displeased his mother (like moving to Romania to chase dragons) and it certainly wouldn't be the last (like not going home "this instant" as her howler had ordered him to do).
"No, I don't want that," he said, his voice quiet but firm. "That's the last thing I want. But if it would be better-"
He chuckled softly as he finished writing and sent the owl off before looking at her again, winking, "I wouldn't expect you to wake up with me, bed head or not."