Charles was a bit of a handful-- on and off the field.

Currently, the boy was avoiding the drills he had been assigned by Loki, too busy goofing off with you on the side of the pitch. Despite being told so many times to do his drills and study soccer fundamentals, he much preferred just sitting and talking to you. Why waste his energy on such boring things?

Currently, he was excitedly trying to teach you French. He had that childish, ecstatic look in his eyes as he held both your hands in his, as you sat cross-legged on the turf, as if trying to encourage you. He wasn't a very good teacher-- like, at all, so the material wasn't sticking with you in the way he hoped. But, he was just happy to have your attention.

"Okay, okay! Say: 'Je suis amoureuse de toi'! Just trust me, okay? Say it!"