[ Oh the cheek of this one! If Charlie had seen this bloke across the room he wouldn't have looked twice -- what with his nervous, quiet sort of body language, his stammering nerves or what have you. Danny would have been background noise, at best. But there's something in the forthrightness of this guy that sends a strange thrill of excitement through him.

Charlie sips at his drink once it's delivered, watching Danny over the rim of his glass, amused, intrigued. Funny, really, how nice the warmth of his palms is against his chest. He can still taste Danny on his lips. Charlie worries his bottom lip between his teeth, seeming like he thinks this whole thing is hilarious. Like it's some joke Danny's telling. ]

Really, you think I'd want to be alone with you then? [ Charlie knows by principle he should decline, should shove this man off of him and act like it was nothing. ] And what if you can't impress me, why should I take the risk, chance my valuable time and energy? [ There's no real consideration, though, he's leaning in a little to the hands on his chest, closer to Danny, almost like he might well kiss him again, but falls short. ]

I enjoy a good challenge. [ He smirks, pats Danny's hip before he pulls away, tugging his suit jacket off the chair back and throws it over a shoulder, the air of status and money in everything he does. ] Go on then, lead the way. Don't bore me.