"Eugh, you live with your boss? That's a bit of a buzzkill, isn't it? Have you any habitable living guidelines: 'No work in the home' or any of that?" Seems like a conflict of interest if you ask him -- not that his line of work is exactly known for its ultra professionalism either.

Finishing off his glass, Charlie leans forward and pours himself the start of a second. He shrugs, tipping his head nonchalantly from one side to the other. "Oh you know, this and that. Throwing people about in the training rooms, pub brawls. The usual." Exciting lives they're leading, aren't they?