Charlie didn't laugh right off at her joke. Instead he leaned in, not leering but looking as if he were truly seeing her or trying to.
"You know wars have started for the possession of beautiful women. They have cried over their lot in life. I hope you don't." He did have his moments of darker more sobering words, but then he chuckled and stood straight.
"Then again, I always wondered if Helen of Troy really was that beautiful. How do we know that the launching of a thousand ships wasn't someone's way of saying that they wanted to get away from her?" He thought about it. "No, no, I don't think you write poems or songs about battles about unattractive anyones. Well, I knew one person who did, but it didn't go over very well. It was catchy though." He hummed something before coming back to the moment.
"I did choose my name. 'Charlie.'" He smiled at her. "I like 'Charlie' - it's open and giving, don't you think? It doesn't sound too much like a dog's name, does it?"