Astolfo? Astolfo... that was the individual who used to spend a lot of time with Jeanne d'Arc. Angelica remembered seeing that one a rather feminine looking pink haired man. Who Charles stated wore skirts and the like to give Roland a target for his strange advances which would calm him down as he wouldn't be directly rejected in the way his crazed behavior normally forced women to respond. So, he was really so crazed in such a state, that even appealing to a pretty man would do? "Hehe..." Angelica covered her mouth. Mumbled laughter slipped between her fingers. "Tehehehehe~" Oh well it wasn't going to stop. "Bwhahahahahahahaha!~" there it was, a full laugh of monumental proportions. To have discovered that this worked and to simply keep someone on hand just to make sure it did, was utterly ridiculous. "Haha... that's great. Really, truly great," she murmured. Ah, though Angelica did get it just a bit. Among the group of people Charles hung out with at large, she found in order of cuteness the group to be Charles, Turpin then Astolfo for her personal taste in men.
It took a few more moments of suppressing giggles but eventually the only sign that Angelica had almost been hysterical was the gentle redness of her cheeks. It was fine, there was no one around but Charles. Speaking of, he seemed almost defeated when accepting their sleeping arrangement. "I.. ah..." she paused. "I have adjusted so much to the strangeness of your sensibilities that I figured I would spend at least a few minutes explaining the logic of the situation to you," she said. "Or are those the 'hang-ups'?" she asked. Perhaps a bit more understanding of his upbringing would lead to less tension overall.
Whatever the case, after handing over those clothes Angelica was immediately thanked. Apparently, Charles hadn't slept in a bed in a long while, and beyond that he claimed that he didn't wish to fall asleep in armor again. Literal years since he'd had a comfortable nights sleep. That sounded horrid. "It wasn't really a big deal, Charlie." she almost huffed in response to the thanks she received for such a simple thing, but she gave it a bit more thought. "Hm, I suppose you would miss out on the comforts of home if you're always away," she said. "So, while you're here feel free. Make yourself at home, use all the luxuries and enjoy yourself," she said seeming to roll into the role of hostess with relative ease. His vambraces were being removed, so she figured he planned to get comfortable immediately. Perhaps she should respect his sensibilities and turn another way to avoid embarrassing him too much. Never mind that she still remembered earlier and wanted to surprise herself with his look. No. This was obviously for Charles' sake.