[The fingers that slide over Charlie's knuckles aren't as cold as he'd expected. In fact, he thinks his corpselike skin is cooler. The comparison doesn't lead to any realization, only a duly bemused stare as the man's hand wanders.

Palm on palm, Charlie wraps his fingers firmly around the other's before his proposition is even finished.] It's a deal. [The shake that follows is curtly professional way, delivered a bit too forcefully. He's a strong guy, right? Better show a glimmer of that off.]

Pick any cabin you want, and I'll make sure your bullies leave you alone. [He sounds like he's giving a sales pitch, which is totally unnecessary since they've already agreed to terms. This is just how he talks.]

Better get goin' now, so we have time to get lost.