What? I-It's not like that ... [ Percival is just very used to bossing others around and nagging them, showing the same treatment even to people who are supposed to be his superiors. Most people either laugh his stiff attitude off or accept it with resignation. He's not used to being called out. He simmers down now, especially with the cigarette smoke no longer in his face and the knowledge that the questionable garment was a gift. Percival goes quieter, dialing back his nagging. ]
A gift, is it? I suppose ... it's good to honour the gifts of others. [ Okay, you've placated him now. He feels slightly guilty for going off at Klaus. ]
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A gift, is it? I suppose ... it's good to honour the gifts of others. [ Okay, you've placated him now. He feels slightly guilty for going off at Klaus. ]