He seated himself on the arm of a chair nearby and watched her scramble about on the chaise. Then he looked down at the sleeves of his shirt, as he was dressed in the proper attire for lounging in a living area, brushed off some lint that had been sitting on the left sleeve.
"I was only stating a good morning," Charlot shrugged. "To be honest, if I were you, I would never say what is unnecessary to another person when I am lounging about in another person's home in little to nothing." He was pouty, this was Charlot after all, but he got up and extended his hand for a proper greeting anyway. "My name is Charlot Abraham."