[The answer leaves Charles feeling conflicted. It sounds like Magpie intends on staying, despite his condition, but he still doubts the wisdom of trying to have this conversation after a full-blown panic attack. He's clearly trying, though, even going as far as thanking him, so is the right choice to trust that Magpie knows his limits, regardless of whether he's planning on pushing through them or not?

Trying to help isn't having much effect, so he reasons that he doesn't have much of a choice, here.]

Here. [The vampire rises, and offers Magpie a hand to help him up. Whether it's accepted or not, Charles parts from him after, and then moves to the door to their room to flag down an attendant to request a drink of his own. Nothing's happened to Magpie after quaffing his own, and he could use the smallest amount of something, himself.

When his order's placed, Charles settles himself onto one of the couches in the room.]

Allow me to ask you something. What's the fear in the idea that we are, or could be, friends? What do you think I'm going to do if you allow yourself to trust me, or someone else? [Because, without a shadow of a doubt, this isn't about him. It has to be about everyone.] I won't say anything about your reasoning if you prefer, but I want to understand.