Charles was almost as drunk as Henry was at that point, and was thoroughly uncomfortable sitting in the chair the way he was with the brunette moving against his cock. He drew in a deep breath to try to talk, then remembered that Jane had given leave and why couldn't he have some fun?
"Hmm..." Henry wouldn't say anything, he supposed, although part of Charles felt a little bad for Gabriella if Harry decided to actually bed any of the women. Well... no one said anything about actually fucking anyone. Not yet.
He was about ready to drunkenly pull his pants down to get sucked off when he stopped, trousers halfway down, and frowned at Henry, then looked over at Anthony. "The bloody hell are you going on about? 'Makes sense considering'?"
He was determined to figure this out, even if the brunette's fingers were already pulling him free.