As the button was pressed, the cuffs Charles hung from opened and he fell, yet landed in the common crawling pose.

He stood up, brushing off his moss-green and tan clothes.

"What are you doing?" he asked cautiously.

Well, not attacking me immediately is a good sign... You could tackle me and I wouldn't mind, Charles...  Anything to get you on top of me!

"I'm not keeping you in cuffs, my sweet pilot," Henry purred. "You'll stay here until you're a Toppat, but I'm not keeping you chained up in a cell. I'll make sure the other Toppats won't hurt you."

"How?"

"Leadership does have some pros, Charlie."

Henry restrained himself from calling him sexy to his face.

Charles scowled obviously, but didn't make any movement.

"But..."

Henry turned to the pilot, a smirk growing on his face.

"I don't doubt you'll become a Toppat soon enough."

"And why would I become one?"

You'll get me. 

But he knew Charles hated that.

"Endless riches and royalty?" Henry suggested.

"R-Royalty?!"

Henry cupped his cheeks in his hands, so tempted to kiss him it actually hurt.

"Honey, royalty," he said softly. "I promise that if - when - you join the Toppat clan, you will have more power than me. Anything you say, goes. Anything you ask, you'll get. Anything."

Charles went silent again.

Probably thinking about his choices.

When you join, I'll make sure you're treated like the queen you really are...

After the pilot didn't talk for a while, Henry got a bit concerned.

"Sugarplum?"

Charles shook his head quickly.

"Don't call me sugarplum," he snarled.

"You drifted off," said the King. "What were you thinking about?"

Charles looked away, averting his amber eyes to the floor.

"Nothing..." he mumbled.

Nothing, hm?  Was it something you just don't want to tell me? What was it, Charlie? Are your thoughts anything like mine?

"Sir!"

They both turned to see... Reginald.

"You can call me Henry, Reginald." Henry looked into his cinnamon-colored eyes. "Whatever it is, why don't you just tell Ellie about it?"

"Sir, Ellie is busy keeping everyone in line," the tall man squeaked. "I had to tell you."

"Why not RHM?"

Reginald flattened his lips, obviously trying to find a good excuse for why he couldn't tell RHM.

"Alright, what is it?"

"General Galeforce won't stop asking for us, poking in to talk to us in any way he can." Reggie sighed. "He demands a call, knowing you captured his son."

Henry perked up and turned to Charles with a thought in his head.

"Well, let's talk to him then."

He smiled devilishly when Charles sighed, already knowing what he was going to say.

"Let's give him an update on his adopted son."