"He is," Charlie said. "In a bumbling sort of way. It's a bit like having a Newfoundland puppy underfoot until you get him into his own studio then suddenly he's all business."
He had run a sink full of warm water and made an 'over to you' gesture.
"So have you come to claim your winnings? I understand that you own my ass for however long it takes?" He grinned, obviously quite happy about it.