I will. He lied with ease, because he was awake now and going to make sure Charles slept through the night. A small kiss to the top of his head and then his ear, subdued by the calm telepath more than he ever was alone. He wasn't right in the head, he knew that much-- was told that much, often enough-- but Charles was special. To be watched and protected, saved from what he could, even if he had to kill people to do it.