"What do you want?"
"What do you think? Move over a little."
"He drank my sleeping medicine by mistake. Move over a little."
He breathed harshly. "I already been with a whore."
"You're a pretty strong boy. Move over a little."
"How about your broken arm?"
"I'll take care of that. It's not your worry."
Suddenly Charles laughed. "The poor bastard," he said, and he threw back the blanket to receive her. (11.6.46-54)
We've got a feeling that Charles and Cathy would have made a great pair. They probably would have killed one another, but they just seem to be cut from the same cloth, you know? Charles is always saying that he recognizes something in Cathy, and Cathy is always thinking that Charles is like her. We're meant to see them as a match made in heaven (or hell, more like it) in this scene where they consummate their sexual tension; we're also meant to see that Cathy is just about the least fit person on earth for someone as naïve as Adam.