Disclaimer: English is not my first language! "Do you want to know why I don't congratulate you or why I don't tell you that you are good?" Silence fell between the two, "You whine about wanting me to say those words, you seem desperate for my attention Charles Leclerc." Charles leaned closer, "Maybe I am, desperate, I mean." He took the glass back and clutched it in his hands as if desperately trying to hold on to something. "Do you want to hear me say "Charles, congratulations, you did so well that I had a shiver down my spine"?" Charles nodded, he didn't know what he was feeling either, he was hot, sweating and breathless, but it was probably just the tequila, "You're pathetic Charlie."