Charlie grinned. "Don't make me get the terrible twosome in to get you poured into some leathers. They will do it, you know," he threatened. His grin belied the words, he wouldn't really do it.
"Thanks," Charlie said. "At least its old age and not poaching or disease." He smiled. "I'm getting you those boots, maybe I'll get another pair for Penny or maybe Gabrielle."
He listened as Asher explained, frowning at the tale. "Your mother's personality didn't help much, did it?" he asked adroitly. "Well, I will have to thank Ambrose sometime."
Charlie chuckled. "Mate, if you can make this face look feminine without the use of magic, I'll probably have to kiss you. Not that I'd want to wear make-up. Again." He continued with a smile. "Lets just say, I looked like a terrible drag queen and my face was a mess by the end of the night."
He kept the massage action going. "I could deal with a couple of ankle biters around, but it would imply having a wife of some sort." He continued thoughtfully. "Adoption would be an option, but as a single male, I don't think it will happen."