He's still charging down the halls, worried about what magic has brought them here and what might be lurking around the corner. For all that he's grateful to be back, there are so many threats that he is so ill-prepared for. "Snow," he calls, sharply. "Snow, arm yourself. Just in case," he says, staring down the corridors as if Regina's soldiers will appear of Rumpelstiltskin will want another deal.

Charming has grown very tired of handing power over to others.