[ and because he's a nice person, charles actually lets the pillow hit him in the chest, instead of phasing through it — sure, he can't feel the hit, but it's the principle of the thing!

still grinning so hard his cheeks would be hurting if they could be, ] You are, [ and he doesn't even really notice what it is he's agreed with, because he's more focused on what follows: ]

Being honest? You don't look like someone who even owns a tie. [ immediately, he lifts his hand up, placating in advance. ] I mean, neither do I! Wouldn't go to a harp concert, either, and definitely wouldn't wear a tie. So I get it.