There's nothing wrong with routine, Master. I like everything the way it is.

[ He answers calmly even as he moves back, steps on something peculiar and turns to face his unknown assailant; it's one of the many bags in the room, full of purchased things Charley's sure to regret once he has them on his person. Even his imagination could not prepare him for what - he was sure - was planned for him.

The towel slips a little, and so does his expression. ]

Don't just sit there! Help me! [ And as if to make sure he knows: ] This was your idea!