"You're welcome." He replied without even looking at Elizabeth. "Are you okay?" Of course she wasn't, she'd just been BITTEN. Oh, Merlin. The woman was
crying. He didn't know what to say to her. He knew what he WANTED to say, but he would refrain since she was already in tears.
Eye twitch. She'd... thrown up on his shoes. Not moving, disgust crossed his face. His shiny, black shoes were covered in vomit. He'd stayed up late JUST to shine them. Stony faced, he stared at the girl as she muttered about not killing her. She got the benefit of the doubt this time, having already drooled over herself and made a bad attempt to clean up after herself.
Elizabeth stepped forward, and against his better judgement, he just let her. He'd pulled her away once, if she wanted to go back to pukey, it was her own fault. After closing his eyes and taking a moment to compose himself, Charles took a deep breath and fixed the woman with a piercing glare. What came out of his mouth next hurt him to say, but obviously, it was the right thing at the moment. "It's fine. Don't worry about it." He wanted her to worry about it, clean it up and put his shoes right, but she was in no fit state.
His eyes turned to the blonde who was short with him. Well
excuuuuuuse him for trying to be polite before pukey/drooly decided to ruin his day. Without responding to her, he pulled his wand out and cleaned his shoes himself. They would definitely need shining again, they'd lost their mirror finish now.