Yes, well.

[ Nothing William is saying can be argued and nothing about it does Charles wish to address, but here they are, and he taps some ash to distract himself with, takes a lungful of dream-smoke and breathes it out into dream-air. A harsh exhale, dismissive. ]

I might not have demons to blame, but I know what it's like, to have your abilities betray you. My sense of control is as such I shouldn't be mucking around in anyone's mind.