The man makes amazing faces
In truth Charles had passed Arthur's mind until he appeared once more. He turned, a gun in his hand before he could stop himself. Wincing, he lowered it, easing off the trigger and pocketing it.
"That...' He shook his head, thinking about Mal. "Not entirely certain I'm comfortable with that bit of mental ability," he admitted, shifting slightly and adjusting his tie. "Brilliant for distracting projections but..." He hook his head.