Merlin, Circe, and bloody Godric, Charlie thought. All he said though, was. "That's fine." At least Stacey didn't appear to be looking at anything but his leg right now, and that was more than fine by him. He assessed moving his hands again. He was pretty sure his erection would be noticeable once Stacey looked up, but also fairly convinced that if he did put his hands over his groin he'd groan in a spectacularly inappropriate fashion.
He decided to risk it and shifted his hands so they were resting in his lap putting as little pressure as possible on the increasingly insistent ache between his legs. A little huff escaped him but nothing more, and hopefully this next section wouldn't take long so he could do... something. Of course his problem was that his lack of sexual desire also meant that he generally didn't have an outlet for erections outside of his own hand, or indeed anything in his imagination to quell the bloody thing. He stared at the ceiling waiting for Stacey to announce their break.