"Old and musty I'll grant, but you'd be surprised how damp this place can get."
Charles was definitely talking about the castle. Though, in extremis, he wouldn't be above Hitting That. Lucille Bluth looked loaded.
There'd come a point in his struggling against the Macaulay family (Nana at its head, the uncles her enforcers, but Camilla the whisperer behind the throne, he was positive) that Charles had to realize he did have a marketable talent, one more potentially lucrative than playing piano in bars. Oh, he'd never stooped to anything really sordid. He just made friends with people who liked to give presents. Generous people. And when they were generous with him, Charles was generous with them. Quid pro quo, Q.E.D. The kinds of establishments he'd come to frequent didn't afford him a real patroness; he'd never made a living off this exchange of favors; but it kept him more comfortable than your average dish-washer or piano man, and the fact it wasn't his sole source of income kept him from having to think about what it really meant. What it really made him.
"There's only so much you can do with a castle. Better to embrace the castleness of it, and play that up, don't you think? For people who really want something grand," mused Charles, totally thinking about the castle.
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Date: 2007-12-29 03:59 pm (UTC)Charles was definitely talking about the castle. Though, in extremis, he wouldn't be above Hitting That. Lucille Bluth looked loaded.
There'd come a point in his struggling against the Macaulay family (Nana at its head, the uncles her enforcers, but Camilla the whisperer behind the throne, he was positive) that Charles had to realize he did have a marketable talent, one more potentially lucrative than playing piano in bars. Oh, he'd never stooped to anything really sordid. He just made friends with people who liked to give presents. Generous people. And when they were generous with him, Charles was generous with them. Quid pro quo, Q.E.D. The kinds of establishments he'd come to frequent didn't afford him a real patroness; he'd never made a living off this exchange of favors; but it kept him more comfortable than your average dish-washer or piano man, and the fact it wasn't his sole source of income kept him from having to think about what it really meant. What it really made him.
"There's only so much you can do with a castle. Better to embrace the castleness of it, and play that up, don't you think? For people who really want something grand," mused Charles, totally thinking about the castle.