Nobody's dirty little secrets are safe from a telepath and it's fair to say that Charles has seen a lot of things in his time. Or at least, a lot of imaginings (usually followed by swiftly getting out of there, or the psionic equivalent of a head-tilt and 'huh').
And while he's as sexually active as one can imagine a bachelor in his late-twenties in the early 1960's to be, it can be said that he's stuck to certain ideas of how things are supposed to go. Mostly according to the partner at hand, and whatever her likes and comforts may be.
Which is to say, although he enjoys sex, he's never exactly done much exploration beyond what he knows he should like. The act on stage gives him pause for thought, and once it's over he's not sure whether to stick around or leave. He has more than a sneaking suspicion that Irene is going to come looking for him, anyway. It may as well be now.
Whenever she approaches him, he'll be sitting at a table by himself, legs crossed, dressed smartly and a Scotch in one hand.
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And while he's as sexually active as one can imagine a bachelor in his late-twenties in the early 1960's to be, it can be said that he's stuck to certain ideas of how things are supposed to go. Mostly according to the partner at hand, and whatever her likes and comforts may be.
Which is to say, although he enjoys sex, he's never exactly done much exploration beyond what he knows he should like. The act on stage gives him pause for thought, and once it's over he's not sure whether to stick around or leave. He has more than a sneaking suspicion that Irene is going to come looking for him, anyway. It may as well be now.
Whenever she approaches him, he'll be sitting at a table by himself, legs crossed, dressed smartly and a Scotch in one hand.