As Hinata buttoned the double-breasted coat, he was vaguely aware of Charlot watching him once more, hawkishly, when he would usually be occupied in his thoughts, or gazing at some distant corner of the room.

"Something wrong, Master Charlot?" He asked, out of sheer politeness, as he primped the collar of the coat, creasing out the lapels, flattening the starched fabric down against Charlot's chest.

"It appears that you may have grown taller, waif." Charlot's comment seemed rather bemused, maybe even slightly puzzled.

Hinata fought the irritation that rose valiantly. It was always so difficult for him to counter any comment towards his very visible lack of height. Especially when the comment came from a man who was perhaps taller than half of the population in the country. "I hardly think I'll be growing any taller at twenty-two, Master Charlot," he managed evenly, as he adjusted the shoulders of the coat aligning it perfectly.

"No, really. See here the top of your head is almost to my neck now. I remember it was barely to my collar bone when I first met you!"

"The distance between your coller bone and neck isn't that far, you probably remembered wrongly."

Doing some rereading and revisiting on my inital ideas on how to finish it.
DID I REALLY WRITE THAT? OMG IT IS SO FRIGGIN PWNSOME.

Absolute love:

"I hardly think that that's going to detract from the fact, Master Charlot," Hinata told him matter-of-factly, lulled into a sense of satisfaction and comfort by the crackle of fire, "That your darling horse is the only thing I've seen that's taller than you, and is sturdy enough to be ridden into war."

Charlot named that particular horse Vercingetorix, which means "king over warriors" from Gaulish ver "on, over" combined with cingeto "marching men, warriors" and rix "king". Charlot is a proud, vain twit and I'm sure it shows.

And yes, the ONLY things in the story taller than Charlot is his horse and the ceiling.