[ Rocking back on his heels, hands in pocket, Charles looks quite certain of his decision, the fire in the hearth seeming to grow warmer with the action of entrusting precious rare things to Erik's care. Softly. ] If I weren't, I wouldn't have invited you to stay in here. And, in fact, nor would I have allowed you to handle a very personal possession of his.

[ Eyes raking over the way the fire's glow turns Erik golden, even more lovely than he usually is, making a tight, hard lump of affection swell within him. ] I know so much about you. I think it's only fair that you start to receive some of that in return, don't you?