I hadn't planned on it, actually. But if it will get under your skin so terribly much perhaps I will.

[ What good are spies when they're trapped? No less, what good are tailors in a place like this? Charlie folds his arms over his chest and frowns, a rather resolute sign that no, he won't tell anyone about Kingsman. He has some little pride left, after all.

He doesn't think twice when Eggsy goes to leave, and he rises from his place on the bed, moving to dig through his suitcase and get the turkey and dog biscuits out. Already he can feel his stomach growling, and from what he's heard today? There's been no food for days. Weeks, maybe. He pauses though, considering Eggsy, considering what he should tell him. ]

I was on a train home after, incidentally, being tied to train tracks. Why's it matter?