"Yes, because my idea of a good time is listening to my younger brother get it on," Charlie said with an arch of his eyebrow. So wrong.
He pointed lamely towards his right shoulder to gesture petulantly towards his back, the one thing that wasn't visible right now with the bandages despite the fact he was shirtless. (Where was his shirt, actually? Not a good one, but still.) "I think they ruined my phoenix tattoo. Shiting wankers."