[ooc: I apologize for the fail on how long it took to reply :( ]
Samuel had been sitting in his office, mulling over the recent happenings on the island. They were primarily minor issues, save for the sex crazed teenagers that were roaming the land. He assumed that Charles had been wanting to talk to him about that since his daughter seemed to be having issues of her own. Granted, Samuel wasn't ready for an awkward conversation like that with Charles and he didn't think they were close enough friends to be discussing their childrens' sex lives, but he at least attempted to mentally prepare himself for that conversation. What else could Charles want to talk about anyways? Seth? The Zimmermans? Perhaps the three newest people to be brought to the island?
What ever Charles wanted to talk about, Samuel made sure that he had a bottle of scotch and a few glasses ready in his office once dinner was put away and cleaned up. Rushing to the door when it rang, Samuel opened it suavely. "Evening, Charles," he said as he pulled it open and stepped aside to let Charles in.