Charlie's fingers on the back of his neck burn like hell, but he doesn't wrench himself out of Charlie's grip. Better to stay calm, to assess the situation, to find out just what Charlie left the room for. He watches Charlie take the possessions out of the bag -- ah, there's where his watch ended up, and come to think of it, that looks like his tie pin, too -- and place them around Ned, frowning suspiciously.

"Yeah, Charlie, that's a great collection you've got there."

He manages to keep most of the sarcasm out of his voice, but it's difficult. Sure, he gets that Charlie's been collecting shiny things, expensive things, but why Ned? Maybe he can ask. Maybe it's as simple as that. Unless, of course, Charlie doesn't understand why he's doing it himself.

"You want to explain to me why you needed to have Ned as part of your collection?"

If you learn why someone's doing something, sometimes you can talk them out of it. That's his theory, at least. He doesn't relish the idea of physically fighting Charlie, not now when Charlie can so easily burn him.