Charles is practically one step away from gritting his teeth in an attempt to hold off from reading Irene's mine. But he knows that if it is as bad as she's is making it out to be, he won't be able to hide the reaction on his face. What do.

"A secret that's worlds away, now. Please, go on. I think I could do with some hair curling." Nevermind that he's practically fidgeting in impatience.