"Only as I've got more practice. If you put a little more time into it, you'd manage alright."

All things considered, there's very little in the way of wit there - though to be fair, he's gone and found a distraction that knocks his clever retorts game down a few pegs. Charlie slides his fingers into the back pockets of her pants (or where pockets ought to be - space pants?). After a moment his mouth shifts against her, nose pressing against her cheek, mouth sliding open against hers. He kisses her, abruptly hot: all tongue and the edge of teeth, breathing rough through his nose.