*Charles was pouting and was... offended, looking at you with narrowed eyes as you made up in the hotel powder room to go to dinner after a day of racing.

"Why are you angry, Charles?" you asked as you saw him through the reflection in the mirror.

"do you still love me?" he asked indignantly "if not, why would you call me by my name?"

"That's your name, Charles" you said turning to see him with eyeliner on one of his hands.

"No, you called me by my full name" He looked at you indignantly and crossed his arms, imitating a feminine tone of voice with a grimace "Charles Marc Hervé Perceval Leclerc, Charles Marc Hervé Perceval Leclerc, why?."

you let out a laugh "That's your name, isn't it?

"If I called you by your full name, you'd squeal" he pointed at you, annoyed and then, you laughed "I squealed too!"

"Charles..."

"My love, Pookie wookie, sweetheart, honey, mon amour, mon cherí, my prince.... all those are my names for you, woman" she said again, with much indignation, like a drama queen.