"You, maybe. I've done the double agent thing, thank you very much." Not with much finesse, mind, but he likes to think it still counts. That it might still count where it matters. With Nate in jump school and Chloe here, they've both got their heads so far underground that there's no one left to watch their bloody backs. Not that the dig in and stay very still plan isn't a bad one - in a place this big, going to ground would be his first bet as well -, but it'd be a piss poor idea to send a potential angle down the river without giving it a shot first. The Serbian doesn't know anything about him; if Charlie plays his cards right, it'll stay that way.

Not that he says as much to Chloe. Not right then.

Instead Charlie knocks back what's left of the wine in his mug, shrugs and sets it aside before he tries to make for his pants and trousers, shimmying a little awkwardly to wrestle them up from around his thighs with only one hand.