[ It's about there that some decision is made, the dim impression of Travis' thoughts wiring off to prior paramours. Charles is more than a little inoculated to the wild diversions of other people's brains, the unfair observations, the lack or presence of focus -- especially in those he's only just met.

He'd relaxed, when Travis had been upfront over network. He relaxes more at incremental information.

And will leave the news of his telepathy on a shelf, for the time being.

In the name of keeping things simple. ]

Mm. [ Agreeable to the prospect of a second round. The time it takes for Travis to finish his drink and then look back with offer, Charles is studying -- a warmer kind, rather than analytical. Speculative. ] Although, I have at least a quarter bottle of Dewar's whiskey in my room on fourteen, if you'd prefer a better class of liquor.