"I hope you're thinking of a piece of cake," He teases in reply, drawing her close once more. Ignoring the oddity of him dancing as such with his sister. Most he could make forget-- and even if he didn't the lot of them already thought Charles unusual enough. Besides his social reputation was hardly worth watching his sister cry, he would much rather see her smile. Feel the warmth of it in his chest. Giving a little squeeze he cants his head to the side, "Chocolate cake, that it."