Charles grimaced, shaking his head. "No offense, but given our line of work I'm not going to tell you anything about my family. We're spies and hired guns, and I don't know who's going to turn on me." He drank the contents of his glass, trying to relax. Waving to the bartender, he said "Can I get some water over here?" He rubbed his temples, trying to stave off the impending headache, he turned back to Eidren. "If you want to ask about me, I can probably answer those questions."