Without really thinking about what it is that he's doing, Charles is taking the gestures of comfort, cheek pressing into the soft warmth of her hand, body leaning towards her a little as if there's some sort of invisible pull connecting the two of them.

Raven is all that he really has in the world. Yes, he has unimaginable wealth left to his name, and a mansion to rattle around in waiting for their return. But when it comes to things that truly matter, that hold meaning and purpose - Raven is all that he has. The thought of actually having to someday let go of that isn't one that he's ever really stop to think about, but now he realises that he was foolish not to.

The mention of sex pulls him out of his muddle of thoughts, eyes widening and face colouring, and suddenly he feels extremely awkward. "Raven," he scrunches up his face as he tries to find something appropriate to reply with. "There is no need to be so - so - crude, not whilst we're out in public." Making eye contact isn't something that he can bring himself to do right now. "That's - that's - there are things - responsibilities that come with - and these things are better experienced with a friend, someone that you trust."