If Charlie had been privy to Finley's thoughts, he might've clarified what he was laughing at -- even despite how odd it would be to answer someone's thoughts. When she scowled and shrugged, he tilted his head to the side. "Aww, no. You're way too attractive to scowl so. Buck up!" He flashed her a huge grin. His whole philosophy with people was hands off -- as a cop, he only ever got physical when he had to do that. It was much the same here. Charlie never crossed those lines until it came right to them. He was not really good at glaring, and he was probably the long term version of the "good cop." He could be intimidating when he wanted to be, but he so very seldom wanted to be.
Lifting his brows when she groaned aloud, he winced visibly. "Well, until I learn a young woman's name, she's 'miss'. Even after, if I'm on duty, I'm respectful. It's a Southern thing." Okay, so maybe Virginia wasn't exactly all South, but Charlie always saw it that way. Still, he made a mental note for later. "I'm afraid phonelines are someone much higher than me's decision, Finley." His smile softened as he watched her stumble around. When she continued on about being fine and tripped, he reached out with one arm to steady her. Lifting the closer of her arms gently, he slung it over his shoulder and held it there with his hand. He did this in such a way that he hoped she saw it as being helpful. She could barely walk, after all. "Not one to judge, but you seem a shade worse off than 'fine'." He walked them slowly towards the exit of Ignite, towards the lobby and out. Outside, where the hotel seemed less ominous. At least, that's what Charlie thought.
"I get disgustingly drunk when I'm upset, how about you?" He smiled softly to soften the question.