Brushing back his hair, which did little other than make it fall back into a semi-messy mop, he let out a frustrated sigh. "You seemed to be the one wanting to dish out punishment, so perhaps I should watch you and take notes." Charlie, for all of his kind nature, was hoping that he'd be able to find some way under Snape's skin. Not that it would change much -- the two had known each other for years, and he figured that over the years they'd annoyed each other equally. Though he slowly began to form an idea in his head, and he continued.
"I mean, I am a new professor here and all. You've been here what? Ages now? Wouldn't the smart thing for me to do be to... be taken under the wing of such an illustrious professor such as yourself?" Now, the more Charlie spoke, the more he began to get that sickeningly sweet sucking-up tone in his voice. He was laying it on thick.