"I think we've gone as far as we need to with that subject," Charlie said with a shrug. Then he laughed at Don's comment about him being better than Don at 'most everything'. "Not everything," he assured his brother, because Don was his older brother and therefor was brilliant at everything in Charlie's eyes. "Just math. And chess. But I can definitely hold my own on the basketball court." And it wasn't statistically impossible, just highly improbable. But the statistical difference between even a .01% probability and zero probability was a worth noting.
"Ouch, Donny," Charlie said with mock hurt, "are you insinuating something about my wit and good looks?" He pouted, his hair falling in his eyes as he gave Don a look. "I'll have you know that a woman asked me to dance the other night when I went out with the others." He omitted that he'd almost said no until Angela practically shoved him toward the woman. And Charlie was perfectly capable of dancing, thank you very much.