"You’re like me, aren’t you?" Charles asks, sliding forward to the edge of his chair. "I’ve sensed it in you. I think I have, at least. You’re—something more."
Lehnsherr doesn’t say anything, but the look on his face is as good as an affirmation. Charles bites down on his lip, this time failing entirely to hide his broad grin. “Go on, then,” he urges him. “You can tell me, it’s all right. Please,” he adds.