[That smug grin. He's always throwing at it because she's sure he knows. He probably knows how much she feels, how much she's attracted. He's confident and ambitious, and it's not hard for him to pick up these cues with how good he is at reading his surroundings (most of the time). And (un)fortunately, it's easy for his words to get to her. Especially right now.]

You want it to be your fault? Then...take responsibility for your actions! [Famous last words? Because if she wasn't flustered now, she's extremely so after hearing the rumble of his growl. He's captured her, but she's willing. After all, as she had said to herself today, tonight is Percival's night. She had always been his for a very long while.

It's just hard to say without it going to his head. Blah blah blah vassal.]

S-still...the night isn't over yet. You need to--[Go back, she wanted to say, when he lifted her higher, her legs wrapped around his sides to prob her higher. Her eyes widen as she notices what he does with teeth...is that something you can even do with teeth?! She's not even fully exposed yet, but she feels naked all the same.

Her chests races, even if it pushes closer to that searching mouth as her soft flesh already reacts to him. There was a soft sound from her mouth--

--which she quickly counters by biting her teeth together.]

Percival... [Why is he so attractive like this? Why is she already losing resolve? No, keep hanging on!

Keep hanging on while her hands start to toy with his tie.] Y-you're messing up our clothes.