It was impossible to control his facial expressions, and he was sure his smirking was going to be punished eventually. But for now, he was just leaning casually against the wall and chuckling at her sad little expression. She looked so small and petulant.
"Mm, that's what you get for being bad, mama," Hemingway teased her with his devilish smile. "Aw, I already got shot down, are you going to make me go on the naughty step as well?" he asked of Charlie, in a fake whine.