The puff of breath he lets out here, with a little hum and all, it's more or less the pale ghost of a laugh. You don't have to tell him about life sucking, sir, he is well aware.

"You're sure you want to sell it?" He figures that Charles has done enough thinking about it that yes, he is, in fact, sure of this decision, but it seems polite to ask anyway. Given the closest thing Erik has to an heirloom is the coin in his pocket, he's not sure how he would feel about receiving, out of the blue, anything that once belonged to any member of his family.