Charlie was pretty impressed with Theodore's relfexes, and thankful of the extra stabilisation, even if he could probably have managed without it this time around. The comment about his prosthetic made him blink a little and he shrugged carelessly. "Yeah, I think of it as a part of me, and even with it out of line it's still pretty well strapped on. I've not had any splinching since right near the start, and that was more me thinking of my leg still being there than an actual issue with the fake," he explained.
"Oh, Circe, no, don't," he said, his eyes wide as Theodore offered to get the door. "No, shit, not that I don't appreciate the offer, but my wards are pretty fucking vicious," he said. There were staff who knew how to take them down and put them up for open and close if necessary, but he did it himself the majority of the time and the sweet spot inside the barrier he normally apparated into was keyed only to him. The wards recognised the regular staff too but the magic was generally more accommodating of him.