[ charles laughs, because yeah, he can see it — he probably wouldn't believe himself about their cases either, if he hadn't... sort of lived through them.

but he quiets, then, to listen, nodding along and appropriately makes a face at the mention of a tie — really, he gets it. formal wear? absolutely not.

and then he just, well, loses it, quite frankly, just falling sideways on the floor and giggling because — ]

Wait, seriously? They had to con you to get you to go to a harp concert? And you fell for it?

[ sorry, sorry, he'll get his mirth under control! still snickering, charles looks at him with sparkling eyes and just blurts out, ] Mate, that's right adorable.