"Why?" That was curious, he had not expected such an answer and didn't see any of the social faux pas with asking. A pause before he tacks on, in elaboration, "I like the feel of carpet under my feet-- not wood or grass so much, too cold." Not that he figured this other would care, no probably not, but he didn't mind talking too much-- when he was talking he was thinking less and that made things easier.

"I am Charles." He nods gently, nudging one of the overgrown berries with his foot, watching it tumble to the side. "Are you Charles too?"