"Damn right," said Charles. "If you can take care of yourself, that is. Some people can't."

Charles could take care of himself. He'd proven that, over years cut off from the family. Washing dishes, doing whatever it took to keep a roof over his head. He'd have dug ditches if he had to. Henry hadn't had to get his hands dirty a day in his life, not in a way he didn't want. Puttering around in a rose garden wasn't work.

But Camilla couldn't take care of herself. So she felt like she had to latch onto someone like Henry. Before that, Charles had taken care of her. He'd be there for her again, just wait and see.

"Oh, they don't mind if you smoke here, obviously. But I don't partake, not lately. Gave it up for Lent," he said with a faint smile.

No drinking, no smoking. Clean-living Charles.