Of course Charlie was proposing a good fuck. He'd let a lot of people around town pay with a decent blowjob or a quickie in an alley. The difference was that it was usually for less product, and that he usually could care less. But Sterling he was genuinely attracted to. Not like they were fucking soulmates because... fuck that. But anyone with demonic blood was always a lot of fun in the sack. That's why he missed home... the bowels of hell were usually a constant orgy for those that were fortunate enough to serve Satan and not be on the opposite end of a fiery poker. Though sometimes those were fun too...
When he heard the interest in the X, he pulled out a small sandwich baggy filled with colorful pills with smiley faces and hearts and butterflies on them. If one wasn't savvy, they might mistake them for Valentine candies.
"Oh, we can figure some things out..." He grinned, sticking his back end out a little bit as he bent over the desk,leaning into his caress, never looking back whilst he poured a little coke out on the desktop, cutting it with a card he pulled from his wallet.
"Well you want it, come get it... I know your mother told you to just take what you want..." He teased, leaving it ambiguous to what he was telling Sterling to 'take.'