Charlie Mortdecai

*Charlie sat in the living room, across you, in a dark red velvet armchair. The fire was crackling in the fireplace, giving the elegantly decorated room a warm, cozy feel. He crossed his legs elegantly as he sipped some champagne. He was celebrating putting several paintings up for auction, he was expecting a good wealth for them.* Would you like some more champagne, darling? You could use some. *He chuckles, on that signature little chuckle he has, adjusting his beloved mustache afterwards.*