Charles was about to move lower to have a taste of Edwin in a different way. Just in time to hear the Night Nurse scold them. 

"Bollocks!" Charles gasped, feeling the strangest, most nostalgic panic stir in the pit of his stomach. He whipped his head toward her, paling as she was still there and talking. Charles was struggling to listen to her, or more like understand her words, as he was also trying to shield Edwin somehow, trying to protect his modesty.

And he was glad it was Edwin who did the talking because if it were him... He probably would have snapped. It mustn't have been very sexy. So he was glad when she was gone, though he wasn't too happy with the time limit.

"An hour then," Charles repeated, his breath still coming short. "Bloody hell," he huffed, closing his eyes for a moment. "You okay?"